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I stumbled and fell once more. The rain soaked ground wetting my clothes with the tears of this night, but yet I move on. Driven to madness by the sweet haunting echo of what angel lay beyond. Through the mist and the trees, through brambles and thorns, and though nature may choose to stay my way, it grows ever louder, ever closer. This hallowed sound, this transcendent voice. My strength, my burden, my curse.

And as I came to a clear with a fog kissed lake, this voice now filling my head, my soul. The mist reached out, a soft cool embrace, a beckon home to which I cannot refuse. So with this, seductive caress, the spell complete, my will erased, the veil was lifted, and amidst the fog, with the brush of the moon, I am no more.

Upon the lake in a silken night gown she sang. Her face and arms shining in the moon. A pale lily in the night, dancing upon the waters, wrapped in hazy fog. And as I watched not daring to breathe, never wishing to break this glimpse of heaven. She stopped and turned to meet my eyes, to delve within my soul, and measure me for her self. It was then that I looked away. Not worthy, unfit, how should mortal man deem to assay in the eyes of one so fair, but to my surprise when once our eyes had met again, she smiled. And with outstretched hand beckoned me forward. So with trembling legs I went, and stood upon the waters edge. There we met in a deep embrace, and I bitterly wept, a mortal man wrapped in the arms of a celestial goddess.
An eternity went by that should never end, and she took my hand and led me out upon the waters, and there I remain. Wrapped in fog and moonlight, dancing amidst the stars. Forever within her arms, forever within her song, forever within the lake.

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I stumbled and fell once more. The rain-soaked ground wet my clothes with the tears of the night, but yet I moved on; driven to madness by the sweet haunting echo of what angel lay beyond. Through the mist and the trees, through brambles and thorns, and though nature may have choosen to stay my way, it grew ever louder, ever closer. This hallowed sound, this transcendent voice. My strength, my burden, my curse.

I came to a clearing with a fog-kissed lake, the voice now filled my head, my soul. The mist reached out, a soft cool embrace, a beckon home to which I could not refuse. So with this seductive caress, the spell complete, my will erased, the veil was lifted and amidst the fog, with the brush of the moon, I was no more.

Upon the lake in a silken night gown she sang, her face and arms shining in the moon. A pale lily in the night, dancing upon the waters, wrapped in hazy fog. As I watched, not daring to breathe, and never wishing to break this glimpse of heaven. She stopped and turned to meet my eyes, to delve within my soul and measure me for her self. It was then that I looked away.
Not worthy, unfit, how should mortal man deem to assay in the eyes of one so fair? But to my surprise when once our eyes met again, she smiled, and with outstretched hand she beckoned me forward. So with trembling legs I went, and stood upon the waters edge. There we met in a deep embrace, and I bitterly wept, a mortal man wrapped in the arms of a celestial goddess.
An eternity went by that should never end, and she took my hand and led me out upon the waters, and there I remain. Wrapped in fog and moonlight, dancing amidst the stars. Forever within her arms, forever within her song, forever within the lake.