Wayfaring alone in moorland's domain
Walking along with the dead of the night;
Trekking, safely, a well trodden pathway,
Suddenly spotting a beckoning light.
A warm and welcoming distant beacon,
A clear bright feature to guide me ahead;
I followed the pharos with cheery store
Allowing to let myself to be led.
But then, alas, I met jack-o'-lantern
Impishly, carelessly leading astray,
Steering my footway nearer a quagmire
Fogged in the haze of the mist on the way.
With mischief afoot, deception I see...
You will-o'-the wisp surely couldn't fool me.
ASJ
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ASJ (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When evening falls on the moorland path, When all is quiet, cool and and still, When your guide is the moon and the stars Come walk with me, if you will. When evening falls on the moorland track When it's dark and eerie there; When the owl hoots in the nighttime Come walk with me...If you dare.
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