"Musing"
Now, through the fog of the mind's eye
I see monoliths and mountain crypts
appear and disappear in a Stygian sky;
ghosts of song and dream, tales of past
thread my sorrow; death-pale, yet hopeful
somehow..
Now, through the fog of the mind's eye
I see monoliths and mountain crypts
appear and disappear in a Stygian sky;
ghosts of song and dream, tales of past
thread my sorrow; death-pale, yet hopeful
somehow..
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