Standing alone, within a moment of time
clouds ever darkening
increasing with the coming of night.
A chilling dampness grabs hold!
not just of the living...
but also the dead.
Fears unknown start to take hold
What evil does this mist carry?
In its travels through the night.
Sights, sounds, light and shadows
tricks played within ones mind
terror strikes as the mind see things
only the mist creates out of these shadows.
The dead, moving ever closer
hands stretched out in errie silence
towards any who may see them
begging for an end to their journey
upon this earth!