The mist rolls in off the sea//And lies down upon the rivers and trees...
The Sea-Mist
The Pause Dare
Should we ever die before we wake//That's one less path we will blindly take...
Inter-Afterlife
Haunted are the streets in the cool morning mist...
Be
Mist slumbers low around the ankles of the earth...
The Mist
Be the thing that others must brave...
This Is How Things Are Done Around Here
Cold winter creeping in with a blizzard and a whiteout without any reason other than, "this is how things are done around here."
December Rose 