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Out of the Mist
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Out of the mist
It reaches with icy fingers
While it�s cape drags upon the ground
Creeping from the mist
It sends a chill over the land
Dark to those that see it
The mist is gone
The land cold and still
All around there is no one
Slowly a flicker of light
Sends a small warm glow
The cape begins to move
The mist begins to melt
Warmth begins to glow
Blackness begins to fade
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© 1998 by Jim Ward. All rights reserved
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