Delusion masks the sense of it. Deceptive dreaming wastes my time. From out of this I’d love to climb, this dark, demonic, dragon pit.
Against the wall in mud I sit. I see a makeshift rope appear and from above the voice I hear is telling me to grasp it tight. There was no way, but now there’s light. Death grabbed my feet, but mercy’s near.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “time” to be used in a B-line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. I was thinking of Jeremiah 38 about Jeremiah being rescued from the dungeon of Malchiah when describing the rescue from this dragon pit.
The day is warm. The sky is bright.
I don't know why I worry so.
The witches have refused to go,
But have they ever? Where there's Light
There never is a need for fright.
It's true that sometimes things do seem
More like a nightmare than a dream
Like wizardry raised to the sky.
What wealth that brings will make you cry
And turn true peace into a scream.