The Wedding Ring #1

A Folk Lore

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It was a dark shuddering night,

I looked, left, then right,

The cold engulfing,

I could only think of one thing ..

My love,

My soul’s mourning,

A hope, a home,

I kept running .

A lake on the left, a dense wood on the right,

Again I kept running,

Then a rustle,

I looked directly behind me,

A light,

A light like no other,

I ran, I ran,

The light, to myself, the light,

The cross,

A church,

A damsel,

Needing, not wanting, I asked:

‘Who are you?’

The Church’s door open,

Imagined sanctuary, .. sanctuary:

I repeated:

‘Who are you?’

Her tongue darted in flame,

‘Who are you?’

Darkness engulfed me.