The falling – endless thoughts…

by Mar 20, 2005Poetry


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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