The Mist

Tripping through the Twisted remains.

Turning tactfully, holding back the reigns.

My mind and soul,

No longer whole.

I sever the tether,

Now I am light as a feather.

My being ceases to exist,

As I float through the mist.

To the throne of the Great Unknown.


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