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The Cold, Gray Mist


THE GRAY MIST CROWDS AROUND ME NOW
THE COLD, GRAY MIST THAT MAKES MY SHROUD
AND THROUGH THE HAZE I SEE A FACE
FROM SOME QUITE DISTANT TIME AND PLACE
THE GRAY MIST CURLS AND SWIRLS AND TURNS
A MIST SO COLD, SO COLD IT BURNS
IT FILLS MY EYES, I CANNOT SEE
A MIST SO COLD, HOW CAN IT BE?
AND TO MY EARS THERE COMES AT LAST
A SMOTHERED ECHO FROM THE PAST
THE SHROUD IS LIFTED, THERE, ALAS
I SEE A SHADOW FROM MY PAST

IT POINTS ITS FINGER STRAIGHT AT ME
I SHUDDER, GASP, AND TURN TO FLEE
BUT ON MY SHOULDER SOMETHING CLASPS
I'M HELD FOREVER IN ITS GRASP
"YOU CANNOT RUN, HERE IN THIS PLACE,
NOW TURN AROUND AND SEE MY FACE,"
IT'S HE WHO WAS MY DEAREST FRIEND
BETRAYED BY ME, HE MET HIS END
I SEE THE COLD, ACCUSING EYES
AND FEEL THE MIST BEGIN TO RISE
FOR, HEEDLESS OF MY FEARFUL CRIES
THE COLD, GRAY MIST BEGINS TO RISE

WITH ICY COLD IT COVERS ME
THEN CLEARS AGAIN, I TURN TO SEE
A LITTLE CHILD, SMALL AND ALONE
I SEE THE CHILD WHO WAS MY OWN
I RUN TO HUG THE LITTLE ONE,
THIS PALE, LOST CHILD WHO WAS MY SON
HE CRIES AND TURNS AWAY FROM ME
BUT, MY OWN CHILD! HOW CAN IT BE?
PERHAPS I OFTEN FAILED TO HEAR
MY BABY'S CRIES, OR WIPE HIS TEARS
IT WASN'T ME WHO CALMED HIS FEARS,
BUT GIVE ME, PLEASE, JUST ONE MORE YEAR

FROM SOMEWHERE BLOWS A BITTER WIND
THE GRAY MIST SWIRLS, THEN PARTS AGAIN
I SEE A FORM FROM LONG AGO
I CLUTCH MY HEART, THE COLD WIND BLOWS
"I LOVED YOU ONCE," THE SPECTRE SAID,
"BUT NOW MY LOVE IS COLD AND DEAD.
I THOUGHT YOU GOOD, I THOUGHT YOU TRUE,
MY LOVE WAS BLIND, I NEVER KNEW."
THE PHANTOM TURNS ITS BACK, AND THEN
I TRY TO RUN FOR SHELTER, WHEN
THE COLD, GRAY MIST WHIRLS ONCE AGAIN
TO SHOW MY SOUL ANOTHER SIN

A FACE APPEARS, WITH MOURNFUL EYES
OF ONE SO SAD, BUT YET, SO WISE
THE LIPS THAT KISSED MY INFANT CHEEK
THE LOVING HEAD, SO MILD AND MEEK
"I TRIED TO TEACH YOU RIGHT FROM WRONG,
TO GENTLY GUIDE YOUR STEPS ALONG,

TO SHOW WHAT GOOD YOUR FUTURE HELD
I SEE, MY CHILD, I MUST HAVE FAILED."
"FORGIVE ME, MOTHER DEAR," I CRIED,
"I MEANT TO STAY CLOSE BY YOUR SIDE,
BUT SLIPPED A BIT, I MUST CONFIDE,
AND NOW HAVE NOWHERE LEFT TO HIDE."

THE COLD, GRAY MIST, IT DANCES STILL
THE COLD, GRAY MIST IS ALL I FEEL
IT FILLS MY EARS, IT FILLS MY MINE,
OBSCURES THE LIFE I'VE LEFT BEHIND
IT WRAPS AROUND ME IN THIS PLACE
IT FILLS ME UP WITH MY DISGRACE
THE WIND WHIPS THROUGH ME WITH A MOAN
IT TELLS ME THAT I STAND ALONE
IT SHAKES MY BONES WITH SUCH A CHILL,
THIS EMPTINESS IS ALL THAT'S REAL
AND THE COLD, GRAY MIST IS ALL I FEEL
THE COLD, GRAY MIST WHICH DANCES STILL
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