Through the Mist


What secrets lie
Beyond the mist
Coming o'er the hills?
Ghostly armies
Marching on,
Their shields upraised
Their swords are drawn.
Still fighting battles
Long since won,
Not realizing they
Are the fallen ones.
Ever onward
Through the mist,
Battle weary,
Swords blood kissed.
Ever seeking out their foe,
Eternally onward
They must go.
Betrayal foul
Brought them to this,
Riding ever onward
Through the mist.

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