Morning Mist Lullaby
In a vast expanse of deep, heavy gray mist
Ranging from the rocks to the heavens above,
A tall young woman wandered down, all the way
From her gloomy family estate to the river’s
Roaring mouth made of icy sky. She stood and
Gazed upon her reflection with feelings she did
Not know how to describe, even to herself.
She was asking the heavens to send her what she
Needed, but pleading with herself to receive it.
Religion was unfamiliar to her, but she knew she’d
Been called by a force of greatness to where she
Stood now. She felt like a fool, wandering through
The desert in search of a home. She begged again
For the force to make itself known one more time.
Nothing came. There was no sound but the river
And a sort of hum coming from the estate. Gloomy
Though it was, it knew how to throw the grandest of
Celebrations and it now had a momentous occasion
To prepare for. The breath of the glorious day swept
Over her estate with the kiss of anticipation. Only one
Was laboring with apprehension. Again she implored
For the message she needed, what she’d come for,
But was met only with her reflection. Yes, she mused,
How fitting that the sign be her own reflection. And how
Like a divine force to make the image one of horror. It
Seemed as if decades slipped by as time glided on. In
Her shadow on the water, she saw everything the same
But in distorted color. Hauntingly, the mourning garb of a
Widow swelled before her very eyes. Frightened, she
Turned and ran back toward the comforts of her gloomy
Estate, tripping over her long veil and letting the dust fly.
When she saw how much dirt had settled on the hem of
Her elaborate white gown, she thought only of the widow
Of the widow who’d stared back at her from within the river.
Showered with affection, the young and fearful soul began
To wonder how long she truly had until all her good turned bad.
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