There are doorways in the mist;
Ephemeral portals to real places
And other times.
The spirit Fabius tells me this is a nexus;
Points out the other doorways
Around the glade,
His spectral form bleeding ceaselessly
From the gladii of his unit’s betrayal.
His men are darker shadows
But dare not approach me,
Full of real life as I am.
He raises an arm in farewell,
Turns away to confront his Forever.
I re-tie my walking boots,
Settle my rucksack on squared shoulders,
A choose a door at random.
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