Miasma

i rest in the grove where verdure still glows
in this frozen soil the weeds still grow
this is my home
the air's as thick up above as below
the noxious mist is now all that i know
what lays beyond can't be worth my strife
regard to efforts in vain, i'll always bear this life
i've followed the path, but the path just loops
i'd rather stay here with wolves
linger with the wolves