Nightmare

© 2004 Kathleen Thorpe
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Through the gate and up the hill
this winding path continues still.
To the castle at the top,
is this where I have to stop?
No—the path still twists around
behind the towers on both sides bound
by walls of stone, cold and grey,
where Kings are buried—so they say.
Through the tunnel down the side,
towards the lake where black swans glide.
Turn this curve, I'll soon be free
but wait—what is this I see?
I have arrived back at the gate
and now I know that it's my fate
to wander endlessly this course,
guided by some mystic force.
This trail is for eternity,
there will be no escape for me!

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