I stand alone
in a fogy bank watching the moonlight
above gloaming down at me
leaving my thoughts there in the fog
before me but yet there I stand
with my outstretched hand
holding nothing but air seeking
what can't be sot I bring to my thought
a memory I ones forgot
I don't know were I'll be if
I had no moon in front of me would I be lost
to my memory or can I steal see the fog before me I can not say
but what is this a voice in the fog before me
I am not sure if I want to know but my mind
says I must know so I reach out with my hand
seeking something I can't understand seeking
something I can't see what it this before me
please you unseen thing come out of your
mist and show your self to me but all I hear is
wind blowing about round my ears and
silence behind it please I ask again who or
what are you and there it is again a voice
right in front of me I am your shadow look
down and you will find me and I do and with
mine eye I see before me a shadow lurking
on the ground seeking what I have sot the
darkness and my thought of a memory lost
to a shadow that seeks me and found me
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