Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: fantasy
The Mist
Swirling shroud A watery veil Like tired eyes; A crazed wail Cracks through the cloud Of foggy fear The eyes alive As shapes appear Looming, lunging Awkwardly Towards a shuddering Effigy Of something that used To be alive Now lost in the mist Struggling…
