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.