Guardian
It was supposed to be a hiking trip
but, turned into more than that;
an experience like no other.
Just around the sylvan bend,
celestial light glowing;
unearthly gossamer orb
ethereal voice warning,
“there’s a cliff ahead!”
Miracles do happen,
I’ve lived to tell the tale;
if I’d walked one more yard
I’d be floating down Styx.
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