Escorted to Oblivion.  

They came through here yesterday.

Did you see their faces?

Mist quietly parted. 

They moved as best they could.

Did you hear their words?

Leaves spiralled down.

They swayed as snakes in water.

Did you smell their anger?

Some still carried hope.

Their shepherd's soul had perished.

Did you taste their tears?

Their hollowness quivered. 

They were turning from wood to stone.

Did you feel their love?

Mist rolled back.

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