Fog of Midnight
Pentastitch: Title - Fog of Midnight
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: 29-Oct-2025
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The night calls,
In her siren voice.
And I find myself
Losing in my sins, walking --
Through the fog.
The dark mist,
Beckons this moth home.
The eternal flames,
Welcome into open arms.
And I burn.
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