I have driven too far,
slept under grey skies
wandered from dark countries
into darker places, places unknown by human hands
I have found the deadly growth there
burning through new leaves
spores carrying far on dry winds
to settle and burn
I have seen the specter of the coming season
and I turn my face towards it
crawling slow into the darkling horizon
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