Ｔｈｅ Ｍｉｓｔ

There was a wishful land

filled with ambitions and likes.

Alas, now only a remnant

after strikes full of disheartenments

When her vision of felicity

demolish soundly in an eternity

She saw herself perishing quietly

Dying in a war so harshly

Do you see her now?

bloody, cold and dead.

There is nothing in her.

she is an empty shell.

For her finding a chance.

is only in mystic land.

Try to listen her now

In the wood of chaos.

Tho' nobody ever hear her.

No one make an assay.

Now in front of her

is a mist so pure.

She finally learnt the lesson

The moral of twitchy land.

To find a promising cure

for her the only way.

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♦Dᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ғᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪғᴇ,ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴅɪғғɪᴄᴜʟᴛɪᴇs,ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ. 

Jᴜsᴛ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴄʀɪғɪᴄᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ were not waste of time.♦