Vanished
What circumstance on starless night
Does weary wanderer seek to find
But a place to shelter and to sleep
Perchance a meal & pint of ale
So should his good fortune prevail
Solitary soul as silvery as a ghost
Arrives & departs without a trace
As if his presence was ever felt
december two thousand twenty-four
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