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With the stars aglow
in the velvet horizon,
I stood about a castle.
The welcoming fluorescent glow
of its humble facade,
the trimmed santan
picketing the fences...
like the santuary of gods and godesses
deep in the woods,
I felt tranquility and content
at the sight of it.
The cool breeze of evening summer
tickled to the very tip
of my toes
abutting my long quest
for paradise long ceased
by monsters of the past.

Yes.

The breeze was smooth.
The moon reflected the furrows
on my parched face,
the loose threads
of my tattered robe
but my soul illumines
like an ember in the snow.

The crescendo of distant mimic
climbed through my veins,
stirring my senses,
as if rejoicing
for the bruised feet
of a vagabond
had alas reached
HOME.