Eternal Fog And Mist

A bit of mental demise prevention

Eternal Fog And Mist

Stone walls and Raven’s calls

Sheepfolds in the mist and fog

rain that falls ‘pon ancient stalls

And bleached `bones of once faithful dogs

So thin the mist...yet still insists

On shaping things that no more exist

And from the highlands seem to arise

Women’s sighs and ghostly Viking’s cries

Shields of leather fallen ‘Pon the heather

Fleeting traces erased by time and weather

And the only constant in all of this...

The only thing that still persists…is

The eternal fog and mist

Author's Note

Just a mental exercise on my part. Not to be taken seriously.