30 days... day 29.

I will not make reference to, or remark on, my inability to follow through.
That being said...

slips this kindred spirit
awash among swampy ruins
slithering mist hugs mossy ground
watched by careful eyes
drags wet body from watery grave
minions among devils, kings, lords
underneath calls, craving
grasping, knowing, now clinging
iron and steel, rusted
as man begins again.