Will o' the Wisp
What is that shining light I see?
That Will o' Wisp now floating free
From yonder dark and muffling fog;
A glimpse of warmth within the bog
Will I be lost and doomed for sure;
If I fall prey and grasp this lure?
I feel compelled to take this chance;
To chase the star that snares by glance
This is no hidden pot of gold;
No story that your grandma' told
I'll hunt this light to end and on;
Indeed; it is the spell of dawn!
Poetry by Thomas Selnes
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Written on 2006-11-20 at 00:12
Tags Folklore  Faeries  Love
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