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A long time ago,
when knights were bold,
I chanced upon a stranger.
Cloaked and hood,
far from good,
nor evil stood his way.
Standing as one,
who had no sight,
far down upon the roads of life.
I came yet closer,
then closer still.
not yet totally of my will.
The sights he showed me,
most things,
they whoa'ed
And yet I stood their fill.
Then no more was he,
the sorrow of this stranger.
the past, the present, the yet to be?
Came very, very close to me.
Just so that I may see,
who I am,
and who I, am supposed to be.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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