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Sep 2010
The young man took a short cut home
Deciding he would go across the moor
Even though a mist covered the land
He was sure that he could find his way

He was returning from seeing his lady
Declaring his love to her for all time
But he knew he could not stay the night
So faced taking a long walk to his abode

Suddenly he could see a young woman
Dressed only in a white night gown
Standing alone on the moor, in the mist
He started to approach her, to offer his coat

He froze as he could see the mist through her
And he could hear her calling out to her lost love
She did not seem to know the young man was there
Transfixed by her beauty and listening to her words

"Johnny, I await for thee to return back to me"
"This war has taken ye so here I will stay"
"I will never leave until I see your face again"
"My heart loves thee, and it forever will"

The young woman slowly began to fade from sight
As the mist faded away, so did she fade with it
The young man found himself hurrying home
Never forgetting the sad voice of the spirit in the mist
copyright Chris Smith 2010
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Written by
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  Hemel Hempstead
(Hemel Hempstead)   
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