Breath, twisting and rising
In the misty night air
Drifting away
Drinking in
The fresh damp eve
Smiling as my hair
Dances with the breeze
Eyes alight with a quiet fire
Burning in the chill of the darkness
Eyes gripped
With strength and ambition
Yet quivering lips
Like a small frightened child
As the mist wraps 'round
The wet body
I laugh whispering
From those shaking lips
The leaves tremble and shake
Crackling in the wind
Without a word
The winds turn to gusts
The fires burn brighter
The fists clench with fierce determination
And I relax
Gentle and subdued
Another creature
Cradled by nightfall
And the crescent moon
While my skin glistens
In the dim pallor
A smile parts over the now firm lips
The wind dies
Leaving the branches still
And I slip into the mist
Strong of heart
Strong of will
Strong of mind
Strong of soul
Cradled by
The crescent moon
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