The Unknown
In the open moonlight of a frantic night
I saw the glimmering reflection
Of the earth fade in a turn
There I knew the hour is now
By the loud silence of the night where
No owls hoot but watched with dampened souls.
As I looked in their eyes I felt a cold shiver
Down my spine with fear of the unknown.
This path on which I trek, I knew many came this way
But that feeling of if I may return was left ambiguous.
I could see the moonlight fade by the sparkle
In the river as I walked by.
Now, here I was, in the pitch blackness of the night,
Then emerged a wrinkled hand, urging me on
Suddenly, many of them with blood spotted eyes
Gasping as if in need of air or blood I should say.
There, I knew I was at the very edge of my life
Could this be the end I thought, but as I was in thought:
One grasped my arm "come home with me" he said
Then to him I replied "this is not my end".
At my word I saw them withdraw in anguish
And pain, for a prey had been lost.
Then as I turned, here I was;
In the open moonlight of that frantic night,
With mysteries to tell of the unknown.
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