The Mist
There's something in the midnight mist
That comes this halloween
It happens every thirteen years
And hardly ever seen
A myth to some that don't believe
Until their children scream
While they sleep the mist will come
And haunt them while they dream
Where it comes from, no one knows
Perhaps, from dark and lonely places
The nightmare's real, it's plain to see
Upon their children's faces
They wake this night in utter terror
Unable to walk or speak
Paralyzed, they cannot move
No comfort can they seek
It's said the mist predicts their fate
In events that's yet to come
They cannot stop this night of dreams
Until they all succumb
This mist will come this halloween
And every thirteen years
It lasts until the sun comes up
Then simply disappears
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