The dawn of fear
is timeless,
like the coming
of the fog.
Its nature is
to tame us,
veiled mysteries
unsolved.
This fog is like
a trickster,
cloaking deeds in
foggy realms,
outstretching
and confusing,
creeping tendrils
of shadowy fear.
The blinding light
of truth and justice,
can pierce this
fog of fear,
but it takes all
of us to do it,
unveiled mysteries
resolved.
This work by mysticdave is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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ReplyDeleteGreat. Enjoyed reading. "The blinding light
ReplyDeleteof truth and justice,
can pierce this
fog of fear," truly so.