In the Shadow of Winter
Unpublished. Copyright (c) 2000 Theodore Beale. All Rights Reserved.
I'm not terribly fond of poetry, for the most part, but every now and then I find myself writing down a little doggerel of one sort or another. I was in a rather melancholy state when I wrote this particular piece, and was feeling very much lost in the space between two worlds - that to which I had once belonged, and that to which I had subsequently chosen. I was literally standing on the side of a mountain one evening, totally enshrouded in the darkness of night, looking across the lake to the lights of the city on the other side, when I began contemplating how I truly felt about my decisions. This is an attempt to express those thoughts.
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