I see a stairway and I have to go
where it will lead me I don't know
I wander and wander to it's depths
and find only darkness no candles left
I take out a match and light one up
Then I can see a shiny new cup
I pick it up and hold it in my hand
examining it like an expensive brand
I see it's made of pure silver and gold
with rubies and diamonds a story untold
I walk down further and light up my match
to light more candles before it turns to ash
I find jewels and coins like a pirates stash
No one to guard it, like yesterday's trash
I know there's a story here to be told
I wonder what it is before I grow old
I take a few things here and there
and make my way back with all these wares
Once back to the point of no return
I realize I'm lost and candles don't burn
I'm trapped and now I'm the gatekeeper too
I'm left with everything that belonged to you
This curse upon this place is so old
Just like this story will never be told
Author notes
Picture drawn by author of this contest.
A contest entry
- My first contest! Picture Prompt by Itzamna.
600 points, ended October 13, 2008, 14 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wonderful and indeed very obscure poem. Although I don't really know what you re experiencing in your life. I guess the pathway to the gate would be all coded. I hope you would enjoy the treasure and always be positive being a schizo.
I couldn't made up a good poem for the men only contest of yours. You haven't left me a note before you closing it down. I guess you either saw something you really like. Or you must have found a soul mate.
I hope you found a match which would light up all your writing. I just found myself a muse when I look into your poem. Please feel free to drop me a line or two if you feel comfortable.
Don't you see this magical candles? Be my quest while you are inside my magical world.
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