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..still working on this....i haven't decided if this is about a ghost or the fog.....
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The Fog
I walk the world now in the gloaming,
My silken tendrils roaming, roaming.
As though the very air were foaming;
roiling, boiling nether light.
And in the shadows, I do linger,
Grasping without fingers, fingers.
What cold silence I could bring her,
crying, flying from the night.
My dank embrace, her soul is chilling,
See? Her tears are spilling, spilling!
That she feels my touch at all is thrilling,
Sublime, the time ‘tween night and light.
Old fear now as the light grows stronger,
I pray the time be longer, longer!
Where sunlight shines, my mist no longer.
From thee, I flee before the light.
The Ghost
I walk the world now in the gloaming,
My silken tendrils roaming, roaming.
As though the very air were foaming;
roiling, boiling nether light.
And in the shadows, I do linger,
Grasping without fingers, fingers.
What cold silence I could bring her,
crying, flying from the night.
My dank embrace, her soul is chilling,
See? Her tears are spilling, spilling!
That she feels my touch at all is thrilling,
Sublime, the time ‘tween night and light.
Old fear now as the light grows stronger,
I pray the time be longer, longer!
How my heart, in life did wrong her,
No cheer, I fear, my ghostly sight.