The Land of the Mists

Filming, white
shadowing, billowing
The cloud forms in front of me
Separating what is beyond
But there is no going back now.

Much as I would want
To hold fast to the life behind me
There is only the mists
Into which I must go.

Light cloud
Smoke and vapor
Obscuring this hidden world
From the rest;
Just as they would have it here.

Who knows what’s beyond this veil?
Only those who dare press through.
But perhaps the real question is:
Who truly lives to tell the tale?

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