Fog & Farewell

Next to the river bank, I awake

With the scent of death upon my brow.

Droplets shatter against the gray waters

As the ghosts of the forests lull over the drenched leaves.

 

Palms clammy, feet soaked in viscous mud

Eyes full of nightmares long forgotten

Staring into the ominous fog,

While the ripples guide souls to the crypt.

 

The granite rocks, lodged next to the split roots,

Resemble graves,

Soft earth ready to swallow

Another serving.

 

This river is uncharted,

Untouched by the wayward wanderer

Yet I,

Alone,

Know where the delta lies,

Only accessible when the sun is gone,

Lost in the deep horizon.

 

The clouds come down,

to spirit away those who sleep in the woods

At the dusk,

Saying farewell in their final, frosted winter.

 

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