* This is a variation of a story I started in a previous poem ... I may turn it into a novella eventually, (as I'm doing with "The Ruby Spires"). *
While frozen teardrops seep And prick my face as the winter clouds weep They flutter, soft and white And on my tracks, alight ... To shroud me in the night My will set firm to the promise I keep. For days now, I've set pace On and on, while the bitter tempests race But now the winds have died So I increase my stride ... And pray the snow will hide The remnants of my prints from those who chase. Their plane crashed in the storm I found them, five survivors keeping warm I meant to lend a hand ... But drugs, you understand Their cargo contraband ... And now they fear of who I might inform. They've hunted me so long But vows made to my family keep me strong And these woods are my own I'm not in this alone ... The love that I have known Will lead me safely home ... where I belong. * SECOND PLACE in the "Rhyme Me A Poem" Poetry Contest, Broken Wings, Sponsor. Rhyme scheme AABBBA, etc, syllables 6-10-6-6-6-10. Syllables checked at "How Many Syllables" dot com. *
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