Lost

A Poem

By Linda Heuer

In darkest night there is a sound

A shriek, a cry, a plea.

I look but briefly all around

But no one else I see.

I shudder long and tremble more

Not knowing what I hear.

A dog? A Horse? A beast of yore?

My frenzied thoughts do jeer.

How came I here, I do not know

But curse the bitter cold.

The wind doth cut the spirit low

Which used to be so bold.

Alas I do not know the way

To leave this Nightmare land.

I try to keep my fears at bay

And take a lonely stand.

All night I say upon the hill

As terrors 'round me leap.

Around my eyes the monsters kill

What e'er they find asleep.

For now I understand that sound

The shriek, the cry, the plea.

The knowledge sends me to the ground;

The cry echoes through me.

I know I'm here forever more

Within these woods of ill.

Trapped in the darkest depths of lore,

Tears from my eyes do spill.

Alone I stand against the cold.

Alone I'll always be.

Alone within my heart I hold

But one last shining key.

For tho I stay within the night

No others need do so.

For I alone can choose to fight

And land a winning blow.

All tears are gone new resolve rings

I'll win before I'm done.

Once more with laughter my soul sings

I'll fight and see the sun!