Believe
From out of the mist of eve
The path drew my tired eye
The gnarled sign - " Believe"...
Through the spiders weave
I stepped through darkened gate
From out of the mist of eve
For that old path I will grieve
Born of the fear of change
The gnarled sign -"Believe"..
To old angers I still cleave
A new path draws my hope
From out of the mist of eve
A faint light I may perceive
Around the bend ahead
The gnarled sign-"Believe"..
Old ways I choose to leave
My feet tread with purpose
From out of the mist of eve
The gnarled sign-"Believe"..
For the Fantasy contest...
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2013
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