Hidden, I Look
As I was found beneath the blazing oak,
Held near against my will. I there awoke,
To find no shelter from its awful gaze,
Struck blind, I wizen as my strength decays.
And there I saw some form within the smoke,
Take shape before my mortal eyes and fear,
My voice was stolen, as I wept and choked
Tears burning filled my eyes with visions clear.
The Author's first poem.