The howling fog


Our light shines the brightest
when we meet the setting sun,
for we rest our sincerest 
when the humbling fire ceases at our final bask.

Take my hand and walk me away 
before I lose my path astray 
for the devil's tracing me to my perched serenity
only his malice knows how much I dread guilty.

source: https://rare-gallery.com/966879-forest-monochrome-trees-nature-low-angle.html

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