A heavy mist
chokes the hills
rolls and unfurls
down to an unsuspecting
tired little town
The beacon that shines
fails to penetrate
through the threatening folds
of the mist that strangles
the solemn chapel
A family sees the peril
and cowers in their home
fearful of this mysterious entity
as it climbs down
their chimney
The fathers seething cries
do nothing to dispel the spirit
for the mist holds no mercy
no prejudice
no opinion
no conviction
The mist
just consumes
in it's hazy
laisex fais way
......
By morning the mist has sunk
into the sewers
the graves
the very soul of the town itself
But it still lives
it's pulse felt
in every petrified heartbeat
The mist can still be seen
through the still eyes
of the villagers
Each tear shed
is symbolic
to emotion dead
And their eyes
Oh! Their sullen eyes
Have become dry.
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 5:11 AM UTC
A heavy mist
chokes the hills
rolls and unfurls
down to an unsuspecting
tired little town
The beacon that shines
fails to penetrate
through the threatening folds
of the mist that strangles
the solemn chapel
A family sees the peril
and cowers in their home
fearful of this mysterious entity
as it climbs down
their chimney
The fathers seething cries
do nothing to dispel the spirit
for the mist holds no mercy
no prejudice
no opinion
no conviction
The mist
just consumes
in it's hazy
laisex fais way
......
By morning the mist has sunk
into the sewers
the graves
the very soul of the town itself
But it still lives
it's pulse felt
in every petrified heartbeat
The mist can still be seen
through the still eyes
of the villagers
Each tear shed
is symbolic
to emotion dead
And their eyes
Oh! Their sullen eyes
Have become dry.
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