A spark? A light!

A flash deep in the night.

It could be the trick of yet another fright.

And yet, if it flashes again, I might –

Yes! There it goes again.

The unknown flash of a fiend or friend,

And yet, somehow, my heartstrings bend

To that sudden flash without an end.

“No!” my feet cry,

“Stay on the path well-worn and dry,”

“You take a risk with so much danger near by!”

“Perhaps,” I reply. “But even a well-worn path can lie!”

“And, despite it all, it is already too late,

For my heart has set off at a furious rate!

And here on the path my body cannot wait –

While my heart is rushing off to discover my fate!”

So I flung myself after my heart –

Into a wild goose chase, deep in the dark.

Wild and anxious; for all know that the price is stark –

If you choose to follow the wisp’s glowing mark.

“For all know the price will be stark!” they scream,

“When all you are following is a faltering beam.”

Yet nothing is, as it may seem.

So be wary! If you choose to deem –

All willow-o-the-wisps as faded dreams.

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This one was a little . . . weird. But I think it is weird in a kinda good way. I was doing an experiment by changing my usual rhyming pattern and grammer, and I don’t think it came out too bad considering none of this grammer would last five seconds in an English essay. ^_^ Did you get what I was trying to say? I hope I didn’t make it too abstract again. Even if I did, it should still have some value as a supernatural poem. Be sure to tell me what you think!