The obsidian smoke arose,
crawled through the depths of the inner circle.
The vague fog of obscurity,
removed all evidence of reality.
It was an elongated perception,
which commenced all misconception.
What was obvious was rejected,
everything else seemed accepted.
The mist from the smoke,
arose and evoked:
Not a feeling of dread,
but less knowledge than those who were dead.
After all, the dead saw,
what living eyes could not withdraw.
The smoke was the reason it ended;
not because one fended.
But because of a lack of presence of lucidity,
and the simple absence of acuity.