Obsidian Night
A will-o-the-wisp so fancy and free
A vagabond prince a wanderer be
Arousing no fear but blinding my sight
Under the cloak of obsidian night
Soon out of the pitch I heard a strange noise
My hair stood on end I then lost my poise
Crept up from behind so rancid of breath
A red-eyed demon who foretold my death
There deep in my mind a vision was cast
And promising me today was my last
Heart started pounding my body grew stiff
Then running blindly I fell from a cliff
No time to reverse this fatal error
As I was falling screaming in terror
A vagabond prince so fancy and free
Is now no longer a wanderer be
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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