a chilly fog enveloping her she walks alone tracing vanishing footsteps in the mire follows the disappeared deep into the dead marshes where nevermore to be heard the sounds of life
nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree, wind rustling the remaining leaves gnarly branches, black against the moon the sweetest dreams, taking residence in my heart you & I an impossible possibility the sheets will not reveal my secrets
never would there evermore a song upon a breeze for music has forsaken us went lost among the trees now darkness has surrounded us and vanquished all the light in silence now we just await the visitor in the night
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