Seemed...
Mine eye unseen t'was led
To a maiden clad in red
"What name wouldst thou have me call thee", I dared
"Luck", with a grin she said
"With all that thou wouldst do, weary be thine path thou wouldst tread."
Turning away, a man before me I find
With faces of seven all but kind
"Pray, what wouldst thy name be", I asked fear in my mind
"Chances, memories and regrets for they are blind."
"Forgotten canst they be, till left behind."
Then wake I did, cold, as the wind blew through the thick air...
...to see the shadow, oh so slowly, stumble closer without step or sound...
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