28 January 2013
I couldn't seem to rhyme it, so I did free-verse which I can't quite DO.
I walked again into the mist Where time has no meaning And tears no end.
A flowing river to nowhere Destined for the dead sea. In the darkness, There's a cry of despair which, Falls onto itself in echoes.
The bitter wind blows Its icy breath upon me...
Not nearly as cold As the loneliness Of the mist.
In The Mist • Opuss № I