The goblin stood, looking about
Not a thought crossed his mind.
Looking down at the source of the shout
Glaring, snarling and acting in kind.

A young boy had ventured deep
Into the wood and stood
Now facing what fears creep
Into his most unimaginable dreams.

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Reflected in the water was the state of his soul

As ugly as it ever had been.

Young as he was, he took back control

And gave God the rest of his sin.

Poem by Dan Delyon