Unnamed short poem


Who goes there?

Who knows fair,

And despair?


It’s a dare:

In his lair,

You shall bear

Darkness, bare.

You must fare

Without wear

But don’t stare

At the mare.

You are heir

To his chair.

In the air,

A strange flare,

From nowhere

To out there,

You must share

Light so rare.


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