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About This Poem
The Fog
The Fog
Tonight makes fifty years of the anniversary of their death
They shall come back for revenge with coldness in their breath
Many years ago, people in the town stole the fishermen’s gold
Hid it between the walls of a church that remains centuries old
When the fog rolls in, their large ship will be found drifting on the ocean’s tides
Waiting to seek their retaliation to all who resides
The fog will glow in the shadows of them walking through
Waiting to sink their hand hooks deep within you
When they arrive at your door you will hear heavy knocking sounds
Sounds that will leave shivers up your spine, knowing that you are found
If you refuse to let them in, the fog will roll under the door
Inviting them in your room so they can finish what they came there for
I tell you, beware of the fog tonight when it appears
They will be lurking in the fog waiting to give us our worst nightmares
Keep reminding yourself to look out for a ship at sea
Their ghost ship will be resting up on the ocean stirring back at you mysteriously
And whatever you do, don’t open your door to see who’s on the other side
They will be there waiting with a sickle in their hands waiting for you to step outside
Waiting in the shadows of the fog which glows
Angrily searching for their stolen gold
Happy Halloween!!!!!
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