A Mist of Forever's Moor
Mists of the morning fog ray
Clouding the vision
Of a particular destination away
Stumbling across where I cannot see
Greyish substance From Above to stay
Lifting?
Clearing?
It is hard for me to tell
The Lush avenue ahead is far and uncertain
This covered screen of precipitation
Taunting the view without hesitation
Dire murk is easy defined
interfering with the perception in our mind
for me,
it is in the way of where I must traverse
Without any trees
nor points of interest
This natural mist is just another obstacle
Maybe JUST DESERTS
A signpost,per say,that is ominously cursed
If this does not lift
then I maybe caught in Time's never-ending rift
Sight no more
Places without concrete structures
A home to be-
That has not a back nor a front door?
Questions endlessly asked
As this gentleman is locked away
In some Immortal's invisible glass
Frightening to be
What is happening in store
In between
The mist
Of Forever's Moor
Copyright © Benjamin Grimm | Year Posted 2006
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