Saturday, July 19, 2008

Thru the Mist

Thru the mist I walked alone

Icy tendrils brushed past
searching for warmth
There is none this morn

Nocturnal creatures flying home
before dawns light
Swoosh about one in their land

Footsteps heard by no one
follow a well worn path
Down streets vacant of life

Full Thunder Moon
provides a beacon to the traveler
Thru the mist walking alone

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