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Jun 2019
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A chain of lights
lead off into the distance,
illuminating little
but so bright in their own world.
Along an old animal track
to a standing stone
ancient in peaceful repose,
a family sigil,
weather worn by time,
proud of its place
marking the passing of aeons.
The light blinks out
and darkness falls like a drape
of lightlessness,
and the Crest crackles,
miniature lightning
caressing the old frigid stone.
Waiting.


© Pagan Paul (16/06/19)
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Pagan Paul
Written by
Pagan Paul  Bristol, England
(Bristol, England)   
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