The Mist From the Shadows
The mist swallowed him up.
Like the lion swallowing his prey.
As he walked along the river's edge.
The sun rose as if it were setting fire
To the mist that rose from the darkness
coming from the forest.
Do you not see it ~ I know you do.
The ghost of the wind and shadows.
The wild things remember seeing them
thru the starlight.
But then, the wild things never forget anything.
Wrote 5 / 29 / 2015 Friday 6 pm
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2017
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