What Darkness Stole

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Deep
inside
my pocket

Where
orphaned thoughts
call home

I find
a voice
abandoned

Disheartened
and
alone

I take it
in my
fingers

To warm
within
my hand

A treasured
find
when free reminds

Just who
and what
I am

“We trip
the light
fantastic”

Much better
than
before

Reclaiming
what
the darkness stole

And
hid away
— abjured

(Inspired By Milton’s L’Allegro: October, 2025)

“Come, and trip it as ye go
On the light fantastic toe,
And in thy right hand lead with thee,
The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty;”