The Mist

[adalger]

Unseen in the confusion, lost in morning's dreams,
Something evil following is plucking at the seams
Of all that I have raveled to keep the fears at bay.
Nighttime's bogeyman no longer flees from light of day.
Stalking in my footsteps, creeping close behind,
It lurks within the bushes and the bracken of my mind,
Crackling just a little to let me know it's nigh,
Waiting to consume me if I take a step awry.