The Clock Struck Twelve.
The hour chimed
Feebly.

The old iron pendulum
Slowed down
and fell.

Silence echoed
Through the wodden halls.

I knew the apparition would appear,
But when it did
– The faint face growing in my eyes,
The stern presence in the depths
Of the corridor –

I couldn't help
but gasp
Inside.

My breath didn't waver though.
Not and inch in me could fidget,
Nor blink, nor move.

I just had to stare
At the white lady approaching,
See in the corner of my eye
The still clock turning.

–浪漫ロマン (RDreher)

The mountain rose before me,
And climbed into the clouds,
Drenched in humid vapors
And rain.

The path went forward
Round the base where I stood
Into a narrow valley
Between one endless height
And the next.

I walked a weary walk
Watching the world transform
With each step.

Then I reached a small plateau
With a set of rocks stacked,
Moss growing on them,
And I looked through the fog.

There was no path,
No one path,
But inifinite winding roads,
Disaparing into voids unknown.

The winds twisted the hot air,
Phantoms moved across the stars,
Visions of everywhere I might
Next step.