A traveling wind carries me forward. Finding a wonderful moon, yet breaking it into a thousand pieces, is my sorrow for now. The unknown frightens me, shaking me off my unsteady feet.

Where is the source of my grief? Mirrored hallways show me no answer, as I search the abysmal darkness of my own light. This light is surely but a ruse, as I shine it in loving kindness and watch it break the peace and burn through scorched hearts.

Shameful I must stay, my hide is still warm, and though the drummer band marches on, their music is deafeningly silent. I saw my place, I know now my home is no longer only within, but the path is paved with cold. A light in the West promises a grand fortune, but my dilemma is between home and afar, needing both, knowing one, and clutching to hope alone.

by a faceless lagomorph

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~Loving Light~