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Jason
In a forest by the old tree
Walks a man holding a key
Rusted gold and tarnished metal
Branches groan and scream then settle
As he steps the mosses tremble
Snow on branches disassemble
Glitter falling upon his cheeks
Still searching for the lock he seeks
Twigs are snapping beneath his boots
Both feet and heart in tangled roots
A content smile upon his lips
Moon shaped eyes watch as cold winds whip
A bubbling brook soon blocks his way
A fallen pine begs him to stay
His footsteps slow, he almost sits
He cannot stay and keeps his wits
Past the alders the ferns decay
A promise for a coming day
He moves again toward his goal
Making his way with self control
Ice covered rocks climb up the hills
He finds his prophecy fulfills
All in view atop the summit
Still no lock his hopes won't plummet
Beneath his ribs, inside his chest
His beating heart does find it's blessed
Bluejays come to gift their feathers
Creating new and needed tethers
His sigh is blissful, breathing slowed
Because his heart has always glowed
With one last look he turns for home
His time well spent here in the loam
The journey quick, his steps retraced
Footsteps in snow evenly paced
Through his door, disrobed at mirror
Green eyes glow as he comes nearer
There he noticed the lock, long last
The key will fit where shadows cast
A trembling hand inserts his key
The lock clicks open, he's set free
Silence fills his mind like thunder
Racing thoughts can't pull him under
Heart unlocked, he finally knows
Deep within him his magic flows
