Dragonfly: Poetry

I have been to Gilead
and stood upon its shore
grasping the hands of Despair
within all Plutonian lore

I have ventured into Sanctuary
to watch Chaos reign outside,
seeing Foxes catching and eating
all the Birds of Eventide

And I've hidden within the Forest,
among the majesty of the Deer
lamenting in Grief unending
while succumbing to its Fear

And now I spy the Owl,
peering down from a nested tree
Asking that I remember
who I am supposed to be:

A Dragonfly.


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