The ghost am I
Of winds that die
Alike on land or sea,
In silence deep
To shroud and keep
Their mournful memory.
A spirit white
I stalk the night,
Or, shadowing the skies,
Forbid the sun
To look upon
My noonday mysteries.
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A fresh way to look at fog.
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You're right, it does sound forced, especially since it's a visual rhyme and not a sound rhyme (skies/mysteries)plus the word itself, "mysteries," seems overused and worn out at this point. But it's humorous in its way when you think about it because noontime seems like the most unmysterious time of day. It's just the straight forward time of day that people look forward to taking a break and having their lunch. But it's also the time of day that fog is generally excpected to have burned off by, so where does the fog go?
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i read this twice. it has a great flow to it, sounds like a short quip of song. i like the correlation of the title and the first verse they go well together. but after reading this twice i realize i just do not like the last line.
it does absolutely nothing for me. i think it's more of the word "mysteries" it sounds a tad forced to me. i don't know, it's most likely just the way i read it. wrong i am sure.
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