Mutatis-Mutandis
09-20-2012, 06:15 PM
This is still my favorite poem I've posted here.
“A Walk in the Mist”
Within a hidden room in a hidden castle
lies the sword that is meant for me.
But I can not find the castle, much less the room
among these mists that shroud the moor.
I await a wizard or genie, some being
to alight my path to the castle.
But I hear nothing, see nothing, and meet no one
as I wander through the fog.
And then, seeming to materialize from the
mist, a man stands before me, dressed in white,
and shimmering. He reaches out, and I take his
hand, only to realize his eyes are solid black,
and his hand is cold.
“A Walk in the Mist”
Within a hidden room in a hidden castle
lies the sword that is meant for me.
But I can not find the castle, much less the room
among these mists that shroud the moor.
I await a wizard or genie, some being
to alight my path to the castle.
But I hear nothing, see nothing, and meet no one
as I wander through the fog.
And then, seeming to materialize from the
mist, a man stands before me, dressed in white,
and shimmering. He reaches out, and I take his
hand, only to realize his eyes are solid black,
and his hand is cold.