Drive Away The Night

365 challenge



If from my stumble I arose,

and forced my gypsy feet,

to fully quit their rabid mumbling,

and walk the straighter street;

Could I find that lonely want,

with the wind along my back,

A solid happy bedding,

'neath my tumbled loathesome shack?

A weir pronounced, unseen, unbounds

the lure I've swallowed deep,

Whose daming tar of vacant garbles,

no frontline score can keep;

I need the peace true order brings,

to raise my jumbled height,

To soar away this restlessness,

and drive away the night.


(Original Ending to which the comments are made)

Away to coloured heights I'd fly,

As the healing purity falls,

And I'll road my footing wisely,

For I'm castling new King-ly walls.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Word for today Gyspy!

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allets's picture

"...the lonely want..."

It is isn't it? Gypsy - and king-ly, to castle is a verb. Neato write for the challenge picked up - 365. You go! - Stella Louise



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Thanks Stella! xP

Thanks Stella! xP

Morningglory's picture


My favorite word. We've been traveling within variations of this moniker. Think it's in the blood too. As we look back to childhood we even had a Gypsy room back then. Enjoyed the read. Gypsy. 

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Thanks, glad to hear you

Thanks, glad to hear you enjoyed it. xP