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Fog
In the dark of night fog rolls in,
Wrapping the land in tendrils thin.
Concealing from sight what lurks within,
Twisted shapes warped by sin.
Prowling the land in the early predawn,
Eager the unwary to feast upon.
The wind holds its breath in sudden fright
At what lurks hidden in the misty moonlight.
Faint with distance a lone wolf howls,
Nearer at hand, a rumbling growl.
What horrors prowl the darkling night,
What fiendish forms ravenous to bite?
The fog creeps closer, by intelligent design?
Concealing horrors 'mongst the ancient pine.
Faint moonlight shed by yon pallid orb
Drifting vapors greedily absorb.
Soul shattering horrors 'neath mist's shroud hide;
Foul abominations from the other side.
Crossing to man's world through portal of mist;
Listen as sibilant words are hissed.
All Hallows E'en nears, when barriers are weak,
And from realms of insanity, foul horrors leak.
Beware what thrives 'mongst darkness and mist;
Lest come morning YOUR body is missed.
Fog
