And then there were some
When water and fire smoked the rays
In glitter and smog of sauntering days
Aghast in flames of silver blood
For blue lines creeping out in dust
In jest and neon shades of light
He found the mistakes that water hides
The house of none became a daze
With dusty windows and a spider’s maze
Like the roads that dwell in all of Bree
A stark reminder of an older me
How young we were in forgotten lands
We ran away from black and white
There is but blood from stains that hurt
In forests black and grey with rain
Stepping into the leaves that snow
The Master shall grant His only glow
In sounds and streams of life’s own treads
The mistake in awe would be found then

Sound Mistakes
~hayed

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