The falling - endless thoughts...


Through the mist and colden light
darkness has come...
Palest shades and misty hues
doomed of last to roam...
Across the field of greenish bog
a journey has begun...
In fields of gray and mountains red
an errand must be done..
In ash and dust with thirst despairing
across a ruined plain...
In colden stones and sands of gray
without a drop of rain...
With strength failing and hope all gone
a fire stirred within...
To save a quest that none will do
released a burning ring...
Alone at last with longing hope
the creature falling down...
Fulfilled a never ending curse
returned a long lost crown...

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