What Darkness Stole

Deep

inside

my pocket

 

Where

orphaned thoughts

call home

 

I find

a voice

abandoned

 

Disheartened

and

alone

 

I take it

in my

fingers

 

To warm

within

my hand

 

A treasured

find

when free reminds

 

Just who

and what

I am

 

“We trip

the light

fantastic”

 

Much better

than

before

 

Reclaiming

what

the darkness stole

 

And

hid away

— abjured

 

(Inspired By Milton’s L’Allegro: October, 2025)

 

“Come, and trip it as ye go

On the light fantastic toe,

And in thy right hand lead with thee,

The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty;”

 

 

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