Through the musky cold night
Dense with a fog of whispers
I see her light afar.
Tender it glows but forever out of reach
Brighter it becomes but less I feel
The illusion that I bear of her behind me
Has me looking to the grey withered fields that track as my past
However, her illumination holds my soul
stirring,
going further,
even to my own demise...
Wanting...more..
Through the musky night, heavy with the promise of prosperity
I lose my grip on reality.
This could be the end
My quietus?
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Arbitrary
Short StoryBasically just random little thingies I jot down.. Stories, dreams, stuff or poems..and stuff Not here for views but to improve my writing Open to criticism Dankie \(^-^)/
