I Am The Fog

I am the quiet, rolling fog, With misty drops, I wish to clog, The air in hopes with you I might, Impair your mind and sense of sight. I come at night so not to warn, So that you’ll find me in the morn, When creeping in as if to drown, And block the sun from shining down. I’m dangerous, just like a storm, But lurk about a different form, Without a sound when passing by, And not with thunder in the sky. A part of me is hoping you, Can overcome when passing through, To find that I’m a simple test, And obstacle upon your quest. But those who choose to cast aside, Of me, you will be lost inside. Your steps shall slow into a slog, Through me the quiet, rolling fog.