The air is still, the sky is clear
The breeze is keeping the mist from here
The view from the bridge obscured tonight
A light trail leads to an eerie sight
A floating figure fills the space
Long trim cloak obscures the face
Fingers like needles pointing forth
Words trip when it tries to talk
It stutters and screeches and spills out sounds
As it searches for something upon the ground
It appears to spot something within the soil
Then vanishes through clouds in swirling turmoil
The Mansionic Perspective 
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