Poem -

"WORDS OF MIST"

"WORDS OF MIST"

My words are wind
May they caress your skin
In an impassioned gale
My heart is wild
Embed the fortitude

My ambition roused
In distinction toΒ 
Peerless epochs
Still unyielding

My acclaim stems
Faculty soaks through slits
Liberate fastened feeling, let off

Save range for me
When you're idle
Call to mind
Deep authentic runes

Expel daggers through
My war torn soul
Do away with dolor
Take me facing
A nameless stead