'Journey Through The Mist' Poem by Patrick Sunday

Campfires It Was
Culminating The Broadened_Shores
As Air-boat Sliced,
Through The Morning_Mists.

Chattering_Birds
Soared The Fogged_Clouds
Briefly By Chance
Appeared Her Two White Eyes.

Fainted_Foots
Light-less Graze
Goes The Culmnist_Step.

Autumns_Air
Raining_Down
Chaos On Fragile_Beings.

Swaying To Her Path
Slowly
Elegantly Caressing her Thoughts
Thoughts Sweeping Panorama
Swiftly
Spell_Binding Drammers Of Nailbitting_Suspense.

In Recalls Of Fear
Memory Gripped With Cold_Feet
To Frighted_Sight
Memory Recalls Anew.