• As i walk through this foggy grove,i ponder.
    I ponder on it's many forms of luck, misfortune, and wonder.
    It's tides of change,sometimes fierce,but
    mostly almost at a still.
    The dragons breathing fire and ice,as if
    intent on the kill.
    Die down almost at the point of contact,
    changeing to either snow or flames.
    the flames never to hot, nor the snow to
    cold, yet sometimes just right to hold.
    the fog will sometimes lift to show the path
    ahead,yet always comes back to shadow over
    me. purhaps the fog is intent on stoping me.
    or purhaps intent on shielding me, from what
    i have no idea.so intent to pursue, i
    continue on. down through this foggy
    grove, until i find the answer to this ponder
    or i am freed. no mattter though which comes
    first i know at that point i will truly be
    free.