Along the way was a vacant spot,
Deserted even by the wan Moon above,
Forlorn, And very dark for to me gaze,
At last a hermit's bliss evident in the haze.
And the chants were prolix n away,
Far away where the wind screams with fear,
And the water falls wrapped in a widow's cry,
There was just a lonely silence to propound,
And nature's insignia lies unclaimed,
The spell unbroken and Magic sustained,
That vacant spot had a living soul, and a heart,
For that beat escaped the torturing misty air,
And that guilty undocile wind dared me to bout,
But this petite mortal cared no more,
For a vacant spot or a living soul,
And as I meandered yet again on my way,
I saw the pleading spot dying in the grey!!
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