08 March 2009

one moment too late

there is a point when having missed the boat

each steps aside and thinks that there's a way

off this hard coast out of this shallow bay

back to the heart and places less remote

than swampy shores where answers come by rote

but not this time it's late and tempers fray

sun has gone down now there is no more day

soon terror will reach out and seize each thoat

what once was magic has become no more

than one more trick and that already known

even to children so it does not fly

the others watch as every wooden door

slams shut and the cold walls of carven stone

all seem to turn their back to questing eye

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