Steps of slapping leather, on the rain-slicked stone

mist like drapes of ghost-light, gauzing path to home.

The road winds, disappearing, into a foggy shroud

as bobbing luminescents try to light the cloud.

Off ahead a shout–of horror or success–

a mist’ry trail adventure that you can only guess.

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Photo by Alexander Fastovets on Unsplash