Fog and Mist Eternal
Eternal Fog And Mist
Stone walls and Raven’s calls
Sheepfolds in the mist and fog
rain that falls ‘pon ancient stalls
And bleached `bones of once faithful dogs
So thin the mist...yet still insists
On shaping things that no more exist
And from the highlands seem to arise
Women’s sighs and ghostly Viking’s cries
Shields of leather fallen ‘Pon the heather
Fleeting traces erased by time and weather
And the only constant in all of this...
The only thing that still persists…is
The eternal fog and mist
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