I sit upon a window sill
Watching a man of such weak will
Sitting, sleeping in that chamber
Being bothered by a dream
A thought a stirring in his mind
I tap my beak upon the glass
The man jumps from his slumber
Blaming strangers for disruption
He looks around, and then the door
Staring at the darkness hiding there
He wanders upon that chamber's floor
Back in his haze of waking
Talking of a girl Lenore
He stumbles over to my perch
Investigating with many looks
Peering out into the December evening
Sitting now upon a bust
Sitting, watching
Now awakened from his dream
He faces his chamber door
Inquiring my name, as if by natu
Friend in the Winter's Night by Crzymonkey209, literature
Literature
Friend in the Winter's Night
I walk along a beaten path,
Underneath the pale moon and blackened sky.
Many lights far and near,
Each with their own life.
I travel solemnly, slowly,
Enjoying the gentle chilled kiss of winter.
Two dark strangers follow me,
They make no sound nor step,
Yet they pass me.
I do not fear them,
They show warmth as they walk ahead.
Growing closer to one another,
They face back,
As if to acknowledge me.
Merging they form a whole,
A sole person,
Someone who is always there,
A known friend.
My other self.
My quiet follower,
Who shares my destiny.
My dreams and hopes.
I smile at him,
As we continue down,
Toward the dimming hori