Lone Tear

A silver tear trailed

Down a stricken face,

A heart shivered

As a lone figure receded into the mists’ embrace.


Swirling tendrils, damp,

And bitterly cold

Slink through the gashes


Sliced by absence.

The rocky ground, gnaws and growls


At the young girls knees

Cackling wind, whipping dust in her damp face


The screaming silence echoing her soundless cries.

The End

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