walkabout

walking within the mist
I heard howling low animal growls
with this I pick up pace
wondering if Hell hounds on the trail
Eyes red concrete hold
keeping me still steadfast and bold
I curse the beast wanting blood
gathering earth with wetted palm I rise
                             Incantations Iron incentive
                            soulcrafting signed significant
                           to the teeming-

Mist~

atrous melanic drips
paint the exit
as I slipped
in fabric
folding
within
sense
this
bis

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