COLD, NAKED FORLORN
Lost in a maze of darkness
Everything around me is dashing
Rushing, hustling, bustling
Hurried
No one seems to stop
And look
At the forlorn maiden in distress
Huddled
Curled up just like a baby
Weeping, crying
Right out loud
No one can hear her
In this strange, strange
Forgotten place
Dark so dark
Enough to break anyone down
To the skin and bone
This awful night
Foggy, smoggy and murky
Vaporous
Eerie
Feeling all around
Not a light is shown
From the front of the castle
Dark and dingy
Cold and clammy
Why oh why
Don’t they hear her sounds?
My friend is sat on the icy, icy snow
Crying pitifully
I am staying by her side
All the way through the
Fog
The snow
The rain
Never will I leave her side
Protecting, guarding
Growl if I have too
Ward of the evil
The predatory
Marauding
That could be lurking in this mist
Ne’er worry my lady
I am here right by your side
Never to leave
Here for all eternity
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
31st May 2012
All Rights Reserved
Taken from the wolves book of poems
© Living Under The
Same Sky
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