What Darkness Stole

Deep

inside

my pocket

Where

orphaned thoughts

call home

I find

a voice

abandoned

Disheartened

and

alone

I take it

in my

fingers

To warm

within

my hand

A treasured

find

when free reminds

Just who

and what

I am

“We trip

the light

fantastic”

Much better

than

before

Reclaiming

what

the darkness stole

And

hid away

— abjured

(Inspired By Milton’s L’Allegro: October, 2025)

“Come, and trip it as ye go

On the light fantastic toe,

And in thy right hand lead with thee,

The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty;”