Vale

Pearly gray mists shroud the mountain
An eerie silence blankets trees
Ghostly trunks and branches creak
Breaking the stillness strangely.

An eerie silence blankets trees
Tearing rents through thick fog
Breaking the stillness strangely
The veiled one taps her stick.

Tearing rents through thick fog
One milky eye turns, the other hidden
The veiled one taps her stick
There’s a thinning in the air.

Ghostly trunks and branches creak
One milky eye turns, the other hidden
There’s a thinning in the air
Pearly gray mists shroud the mountain.

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