The Mist
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Is it cloud that falls so gently
When mountain top is kissed
Or does it rise from the valley
This cold and haunting mist
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All pale shapes and grey shadows now
Sight rendered all but blind
Like whiskey drunk too fast somehow
A fogging of the mind
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Unknown fears in every crease
The fears of never knowing
My will cannot command you cease
And keep my fears from growing
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Being trapped in ghostly blanket
Suffered your icy chill
Yea sun would come I’d thank it
And temper failing will
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If but scant rays could break rampart
And glimmer added hue
A warmth to spirit and to heart
Gained strength to see this through
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Should graced light fail and hope abide
My journey will not stop
All my fears must be put aside
If goal the mountain top
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So, taunt me now you evil mist
You cruel, sadistic haze
Battle you, my will exist
Earning my brighter days
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Set upon me your eerie wrath
You may have chosen me
But I the chooser of my path
Will choose my destiny
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
Always look for the warmth of spirit even in the thickest fog
A haze can sometimes hide marvels. Lovely work indeed my friend.
Thank you, Francisco!
Always a pleasure my friend!
I love this! Once you’ve set your sights on something, there’s no stopping you!
This is a wonderful reminder that even in the dense fog, the light still manages to break through! Beautifully written, my dear!
Thank you, dear friend! You are always too kind.
Look to the light!
Keep the home fires burning, my friend!
Loved every stanza Brad, Gorgeous, Jonikens
Thanks, Jonikins!