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    dots Submission Name: Will-o-the-Wispdots

    Author: doppelganger
    ASL Info:    26/f/your brain
    Elite Ratio:    1.98 - 34/223/160
    Words: 476
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       I began writing this mid-sleep the other day. It was left at the third stanza and I couldn't revive it until now.
    There is an area around where I live called "Spook Light" where there is a will-o-the-wisp. It's really amazing. To spare you a long story, it's basically the light in the poem. Only, it's rumoured to be the lantern of a man who is searching for the head of his daughter. You know how rumours go.

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    With weary gait I wandered
    Into a sequestered wood
    Whereby happenstance
    I recalled from childhood -

    A series of events
    Which gave the area its name.
    It was only me and Nature,
    But we gave it all its fame.

    Apollo had retired,
    And my mother fallen ill.
    My father was away and all
    In me could not stay still.

    My feet would ask no questions,
    Both my lungs kept all their breath-
    Little atria aquiver-
    Underneath the moon, I left.

    Unsteady steps, they took me
    Far past the trodden path.
    In nervousness I wondered
    If it wasn't Our Father's wrath.

    I held myself too tightly
    For much breath to escape.
    In sitting on a broken log,
    I chattered in my quake.

    When far off in the distance
    A light appeared to me.
    This glowing ball was floating,
    Dancing through every tree.

    And this, I did conjecture
    To be some kind of fey
    Who had been sent to lead me
    Back from where I'd gone astray.

    With unseen wings it flitted,
    An ethereal majesty,
    Through bracken, deeply dewy,
    It lit the lane for me.

    It couldn't be much further
    For I heard my name called out.
    The tones of our good preacher
    Were, for me, moved to shout.

    I made my way much faster
    To the end of the dark wood
    Tears ran warm down both my cheeks
    When there the parson stood.

    He took me in his arms
    And scolded me for being wry,
    Led me to my dwelling when
    I recommenced my cry.

    "What now," the good man asked me
    "Has got you all upset?"
    For in looking back I saw no light
    My glowing friend had left.

    I told him my whole story
    Of the darkness and the blaze.
    He laughed and called it fancy,
    Though I questioned his queer gaze.

    In the coming of the morning
    It was spread about the town
    Of the child and the lantern
    Oh, it was of renown.

    And so they named that thicket
    Rife with bracken and of lore
    "Faerie Field" for my savior,
    To be remembered evermore.

    So here I stand, much later,
    And my chest, it still constricts
    I rest here on a broken log
    While anxiety afflicts.

    When suddenly, out of the dark,
    A floating light appeared
    I felt it came to calm me,
    Lay to rest all that I feared.

    Then close came my own faerie
    To lead me to the heel
    Of the darkness all surrounding
    This lost mystery made real.

    My bleak brow it then brightened
    And grim mouth raised where it stopped
    For in stepping through the shadows
    All worry's weight had been dropped.

    With livened gait I wandered
    Out of the sequestered wood
    Whereby happenstance
    I'd revived everything good.

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