The night of Nin
Was where she’d been
Lost in a land
No one could understand
It was filled with loss
Of complete despair
Darkness enveloped
The stifling air
It was a place of enchantments
The evil kind
Full of wicked spells
Which sought to bind
But being a fighter
She broke free
Finally finding the path
That only she could see
And she took a chance
Leaving what she knew
The night of Nin
Had forced her to
Deliverance is what she found
In that new place
No longer bound
To a life of disgrace
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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An enchanting tale,……. maybe I need to find that path to break free……
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Perhaps we all do 😉
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