Deathly Lantern

March 17, 2008
A hint of ghostly yellow danced within the breeze.
The haze of day has shrouded the good judgment of weary travelers.
They follow the light,
For it is all they can see.
Down the gloomy path of dirt and soil.
Only to be brought to their demise.

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