The mist crept towards me,
Hiding everything in its hazy veil,
Leaving nothing for the eyes to see,
But the few silhouettes, dark and eerie,
As I walked my solitary trail.
Sometimes, the creak of the sinister wood,
Sometimes, the sweet nightingale’s song,
Would welcome me into its ethereal hood,
But there are both traitors and allies misunderstood,
Hidden in the soft frosts, waiting all along.
The journey till now had been adventurous -
I had seen majestic lights and the occasional dahlia,
And valleys and abysses - deadly and dangerous,
And met some strangers who were ever so generous -
It’s easy to be eternally lost in nostalgia.
I had to take the next step, one more
Into the scary mist,
As I had countless times before,
And will countless times more, until I reach my shore,
Until then, I persist.
