A child walked out
Into the moon-kissed sun
as free as God’s green grass,
Just when the thought
“I am alone”
obtusely came to pass.
Our greeting brief,
she did not stay,
was gone as quickly came.
My spirit and heart
fast agreed that
I was not the same.
Right quick ‘fore my sight
a new stranger came,
this one cold and dire.
Her eyes wore doom
as her voice did croak
out words like Circe’s choir.
I did know sure
that heaven spoke
that I should step with care.
For angels mingle
with devils down here.
Of that we need beware.
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