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Little-Boy Thane

February 15, 2012

Down into the dungeon the
Boy soldier goes. Tan wiry arms, gripping a wooden sword,
Charge into the mildew keep. Wolf
Spiders protect the
Treasure that waits in the furnace-room.

A brown door, with white
Flakes, locked with an in latch. Standing on his tippy-toes,
the boy-soldier reaches for it stretching out the wooden sword.

The darkening basement begins to make noises that get louder
as the color in the room begins to
shade away. The once heroic boy eyes the stairwell
As whispering comes from the back
Of the shadowy-room, where the circuit breaker sits above a dark and cracked wall.

The little boy closes the door while calling for his
mother. He explains everything that happened and she half-listens
to the little boy’s story about monsters or treasures.


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