…In the Mist

Slow my feet are
Frozen their veins
Still closing helplessly afar
Waking the creatures within

I am a lonely traveller awaiting to sleep
Eternally under those cold woods
As my fall brings then

Shadows of their wings as howling their
Pleads wounded, I lay on ground
Listening their needs

It's dark and cold and they fly slowly and
They know surely they raped my soul