The skies were never greyer
Than Macy Heighs’ midnight craze,
That brought the monsters to her bed.
That called to her from forests black
And screamed when she turned her back.

She never could escape that darkness,
It followed her long
Into the blue mist. She ran from it there
But it found her once more.
And she never did miss
A single moment of that thick blur.

That fog, it entrapped her
It engulfed her soul.
And broke down her will
And didn’t stop until it won.
She could not stop it, it overtook
Everything that was ever good.