the luckless lover
can never meet his beloved
lost in mists of fog
lost in mazes of fog
impossible to see through fog
impossible to get out of fog
the luckless lover is lost
in a place he is not supposed
to be there are legends of lovers lost
lost on wild remote moor wild places
trails sodden soft slippery boggy underfoot
sodden with rainwater slick with mud
stumbled on ascent at least a handful of times
focus is all balance agility not directions
trying to miss mud slip traps in process
focus is all on where to place stepping feet
recent rain a few failed attempts to avoid
deceptive mud traps seeming solid ground
struggling to locate a mist fog hidden path
more more panic disorientated by the minute
weather had sudden closed
in as mist hill country does
closed in reducing visibility
making conditions unpleasant
arms legs now mud covered
often now fatigue stumbled
a few patches of boggy ground
slipping struggling to keep balance
with rain mist mist constant falling
turns once easily followed paths
into squelchy churned up mud baths
waiting waiting to trip unsteady foot
in mist fog land is ancient timeless
it seems possible to walk centuries
past in another time another age past
clear sky safe is swallowed into lost
off tracks bogs sinkholes silent wait
this is a land that mist hides secrets
a journey thoughtless set upon in dark
late afternoon ill fate gathering gloom
is a dark tale in making lost without
trace is reward for thoughtless rush haste
swallowed up without trace sudden gone
never seen again never never never found
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