Hero of the DyingMature

This a collaborative poetry collection between inside_caseys_mind and myself.

The challenge is that we must use the last line of the previous poem as the first line in the current poem.

Fog dense and dank
falls onto paradise.
Hiding lies and lives,
wandering spirits wash onto the bank.

vapors billow, and slither
throughout the city streets
searching for humanity.
Fresh souls whither.

A hero among the dying,
meshes with the mist
becoming one with the haze.
The spiritual and physical, crying.

The End

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