Like a scepter,
he held it aloft.
The lantern,
his eyes in the gathering dark.
Also, to ward off any man or beast
harboring ill intent.
In the face of shadows he scoffed,
as each awaited their turn.
To be caught in the flickering spark
and their menace ceased.
save for the most cunning
who waited for the oil to be spent.
In the stygian dark surrounding him
unlit by the moonless night
all sound was swallowed whole
save for the crunching of downed branches
He entered the woods not on whim
but in fruitless plight
to find that which was stole
by a thief, who in the lantern light, unaccustomed, blanches.
When dawn awoke
and the light from the lantern waned
no tale of that search was ever again spoke
and no happy ending feigned.
About the Creator
Adam Diehl
Just a husband and father writing things I'd like to read. When I can find the time, that is.



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