Apparitions meet throughout,
mysterious figures lurk about,
distanced from my sight, I see
a cross, on it written-
a nameless being...

Lovely night, is it not?
Though, the air thickens.
I shall not mourn today,
my time here quickens.

In need of peace
I reached here, tonight.
Restrains of my thought cease,
like feathers in flight.

Our eyes have never met
nor have our feelings twined,
conversing in this mist,
your guidance I must find.

Buried deep, with graves
and dirt,
words lost in the desert,
a truth stays unspoken.
The mist reaveals,
the cross lays broken...