Grey Mist
The fog hung
over
the forest
a small black
bird flies out af a bush
grey mist
over the
forest and the
valley
weary travelers
walk silently in
the gloom
Breathe in the air
there's a tinge
of cold
leaves are
stirred by the
wind
near the
forest is a dark castle
Will we find hope
and sustenance
there?
eyes peer out
through the shadows
we still hope
so we
enter the
edifice
and before long our fate is sealed
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