A Foggy Mist and a Chilling Sound
A Foggy Mist and a Chilling Sound
Walking down the dimly lit street,
a foggy mist rising around my feet.
Soon the fogs so thick, I can't see,
walking blindly, by the river,
that's running past me.
Street lamps can just be seen,
then I hear a scream.
The intensifying fear of something
so unholy, chillingly cold.
Screams could be heard through the mist filled streets.
This grotesque sound like a lunatic running around.
A feeling more terrifying, than I could have imagined,
then silence as no more sound.
Fear surrounded the very air that we breathe,
chilling as I imagine murder most foul!
A sinking feeling, as I was walking around.
Then some how, I had lost my way and
found myself wondering around and
going the wrong way.
Then I found myself in a graveyard,
with catacombs and labyrinths leading
to tombs underground.
Unnerved by where I was and
scared beyond belief, perplexed by
the mist and the events of the night.
The ground was dank from the misty steam.
Then I had a vision of this fearsome looking thing,
this monster stood before me,
this creature of the night, with demon eyes.
Full of anger and hatred,
this spirit form, this gruesome being,
with the most horrific eyes!
I was shaking and trembling,
I felt cowardly inside.
My teeth were chattering, as my eyes
were opened wide.
Then this creature of the night,
ran off into the deep misty waters,
disappearing out of sight.
I ran off into the mist filled streets again.
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