The fall of the foggy veil,
Obscures the sight from my gaze;
Of these shining relics of grandeur,
Symbolising strength to endure.
Riding with the gushing waters below,
The darkness seems to grow;
And standing by the bridge I know,
The bright lights shall guide the path to go.
Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #82.
I’ve just written down my feelings when I saw this pic. It made sense in my head, not sure how it turned out here.
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