The Mist

Can you find the truth within?

Adam Ray Cronk
The Lark Publication
1 min readJul 22, 2023

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I could not feel anything
save for the mist
encompassing the spires
its apparent weight like
a tangible illusion
I could see it
I could feel it
yet sat suspended in the air
as if hanging from the branches
preparing to conjure
more of the sounds I hear
in the wood
the yawning expanse
suffused with gossamer
saturated with the ethereal
now suffered the pinpoints
allowed by its shattered shield

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Adam Ray Cronk
The Lark Publication

Poet & short story writer, lover of eldritch horror and anything Poe or Lovecraft | My writing ebbs and flows, from dark to light and back again.