Eternal Shadows of Ravenloft
He moves through the quiet corridors slowly--
Moonlight brushing over him like a second skin.
Most of his wants have worn down with the centuries…
But one stubborn dream keeps refusing to die.
Wind slips along the old stone halls,
each echo brushing the quiet hurt he hides,
burdened by grief and the long shadow of old wounds,
his once-warm heart has slowly worn down over the years.
He threads the misted woods,
Searching for what time silently took.
No fire to warm him and no hand to hold
only unbroken night and the bite of ruin.
Ravenloft grips him in its shadowed corridors,
its stones keeping the memory of old vows.
A quiet hold, a mantle of darkness,
and still he drifts,
threading the quiet stone halls of the old stronghold.
written 11212025_DMK
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