Hero of the Dyingmature
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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A challenge created between inside_caseys_mind and myself. Using the last line of the previous persons poem as the starting line of the next poem. 2 PARTICIPANTS IN THIS POEM
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Hero of the Dying, which
was posted on Jun 8, 2011 by
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