Wednesday, June 15, 2011


Fight and flight and right and quite
Night and kite and light and might
Though Beauty has escaped my sight
The Creature taunts me still, causing fright

But not in me, no, not in me, no, it won't get my mind
It hurts the ones around me and the havens that I find
I run and run and run and run and cannot ever stay
And even in the night I flee from things that attack in day

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