BP :: GJ4

#This is taken from a book of poetry that I had written. I am not sure the exact date, but I would assume sometime early 1990’s

The Quest

Sir Face slowly reached
for the chest. hidden
in Allusiions, the quest
had been hard – and he
whad not had lunch in a
long time. The key entereed
the lock too quickly. A
sense of paranoia struck
him; not only his own
fears but the fears seeming
to pour out of the chest.
As he reached behind
the box to check for
hidden passages (he realized
that he checked
the same areas that he personally
hid his own goods) his
hand was captured in a
small cage – but he felt
no fear. We had gone
beyond that – the chest
was his and he felt
only love – and a strange
sense of longing.
The locks cliquied open.
He ws in – and he (was)
was happy, but Sir Face
found the box empty.
He reached into his own
sack. The coins were
cold – heartless and with
out menaing. With dream
like grace he deposited
the gems into the
chest only to see them
fall threw the bottom
into a strange, secret
passage – A portal he
always knew had existed
but neve knkew exactly
where to find. Hate
was the last thing
he was thinking of –
he only wanted to make
it threw the nite. And
he knew he would.
He knew he wood
he knew it would
resurface.