...In the Mist

Slow my feet are

Frozen their veins

Still closing helplessly afar

Waking the creatures within

I am a lonely traveller awaiting to sleep

Eternally under those cold woods

As my fall brings then

Shadows of their wings as howling their

Pleads wounded, I lay on ground

Listening their needs

It's dark and cold and they fly slowly and

They know surely they raped my soul