The
Mists which consume
"....Indeed,
little but shadows remain of cousin lands.
Fragments
perhaps, each less than the whole previous.
For
all I find, little else is.
But
my eyes adapt poorly to that which is hidden.
Others
exist, perhaps ...perhaps indeed.
I search
yes, but little else my eyes survey.
Further
reach I dare not, as time taken of sanctuary protection.
...Assist
me...
Seek that which is
hidden, find homelands survived.
Return, inform
such as I may extend further protection.
And rebuild anew
our task complete...."
