See the shadows within grey blankets
Looming like monoliths
Hidden from sight
When day turns to night
Behind the swirling veil of delight.
The golden light comes
The veil begins to rise
Like a curtain drawn from the stage
The sights within bloom, they amaze.
The misty shroud enchants
It’s mysteries are enhanced
By it’s a shimmering dance
Let the shroud entrance your soul
For in the mists shall it go.
RedRavenPoems 
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