In Mist Fog Ancient Timeless Lost Without Trace Poem by Terence George Craddock

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 in 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