Poetry by ML

This is a story that describes the inner workings of my mind. I normally don't like sharing my poetry with anyone but things are changing.

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12. Der Erlkönig

The wind blows through the thick tamarack trees,

growling and grumbling as it slithers through the forest,

Moonlight shines on the empty riding paths.

Shadows cascade down from depths unknown,

to greet their future prey. 

He keeps warning his father but no one is listening,

minds are filled with too much reality,

they can never see the truth. 

Shadows cascade down from depths unknown.

The child's eyes filled with fearful tears,

"the Erl-King is coming,"... his father covers his ears. 

My father, my father doesn't see the shadows as they dance like ghosts... 

All on their own.

minds are filled with too much reality,

they can never see the truth.

He is coming so close I can reach out and touch him,

the lights are going out; they seem so dim.

 

The shadows are done with greeting their prey,

His father knows now why the son went away.

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