On autumn’s eve, I toll onward from door to door <br />In search of a whispered word, a hidden lore <br /> <br />I step in and out of Realities Street <br />A quickend pace of trodden feet <br /> <br />Dim sparks send forth from a lanterns glow <br />As spirits dance under rustling winds blow <br /> <br />Shall all my search, reveal a key <br />Telling a secret that lies within me <br /> <br />I ask only one question, though be it lame <br />May I leave the way I Came?<br /><br />Sebastian Sandok<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-light-nights-plight/
