Thursday photo prompt – Mists #write photo The Aftermath

fog

 

 

Atop the grassy mountain stands
a stark grey silent ruin
of the mighty tor on high,
below, the marshy vale sits
in a sea of swirling mist
the clammy dew-drenched
woodsmoke from the
long forgotten campfires
now only memories
of that once mighty army
standing nervous,
proudly waiting
for the trumpets sounding
bright wind-blown flags unfurling
where the once and future King
desired stout hearts and bodies
for the sacrifice once more

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