Jon McIntosh Poems

It began as a narrow path,
some miles back,
where I got on.
Dirt was all it was, this road.
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A surge is welling up inside me,
I feel a fire,
and it burns.
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A rock rises in the grasslands,
a beast stands upon it.
A grumble rises from his belly,
a roar escapes his throat.
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The King Star sits, there above all.
In the center of everything, he gives light to darkness.
Upon His touch, shadows are stalled.
Even the great Lochness
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There He sits on his stool,
easel and canvas sit in front of Him,
what will He paint?
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At last we see the mountain,
we have been wandering here for days.
The woods are an unforgiving place,
when darkness begins to fall.
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The water roars downstream,
a warning, of sorts, of things to come.

A vessel rounds a rock,
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Standing outside the door,
the hero hears the sound of a monstrous creature taking massive breaths.
But he,
in white robes,
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