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The Crossing of the Mist

At the edge of darkness Sleeps the epitaph of mercy, Since the time spark-lit her magic Shadow cursed the hour of urgency. Here comes the ancient mist….. Snaking her way beneath the well of toxic grim sin, Thus commences the chase, till the end of days And so begins the epic of the invisible amongst the unseen. (C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.

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