• fleeting_flame 5w

    Random little poem I made :)

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    Haunted

    The mountain looms above
    Cloud obscuring its peak
    Through the mist I wander
    Hunting what I seek

    An echo cries out
    A chill runs down my spine
    A spirit in the mist
    I have to draw the line

    Voices fill the air
    My sanity wearing thin
    I sense a silhouette
    Faintly through the din

    I grow ever closer
    The figure by the coast
    I reach out through the mist
    To find only my own ghost

    A mirror image of myself
    A spectre pale and light
    I look on in horror
    And gradually lose my sight


    ©fleeting_flame