The Mist Has Not Fallen
The mist has not fallen,
No
It started deep within,
Unbeknownst to the form holding it inside,
Closer to the source of the feathery torches,
Solid it heavily clings,
No longer mist, but stone,
Beautiful marble capable of the highest destruction,
The destruction is only to one:
The beholder
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