Lost on the moors
by cricketjeff on August 23, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
A haunting cry has called me to the moor
As though a friend was asking for my aid
The sound was cold and chilled me to the core
And yet its summons had to be obeyed
The mists concealed path that I would take
And muffled all the clues about the voice
In fog and dark I made a last mistake
And never will I have another choice
The mocking cry has lured me to my doom
And now my cries call others to the night
Be sure you stay in safety in your room
The moors are not for you without the light
The sounds you hear are not a mortal scream
They’re products of my long accursed dream
Author notes
Edited after a friend reminded me not to write crap.
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