Across the bay can be seen, the remains of a ship.
Lost in the stormy night, in a dreadful ocean pit.
Its broken skeleton silhouetted in the full moonlight.
Like shattered ribs sticking up, a foggy fearful sight.
In the slimy recesses of the never-ending fog,
lies the pool of timelessness that which is the bog.
Five minutes from the stroke of midnight,the clock suddenly stops.
Windows shatter in glass shards, up and down the block.
Then of a sudden, a bell rings out at the stroke of midnight.
A town now sleeping peacefully, unmindful of its plight.
The wind is softly creeping across the pier tonight.
Waves slowly beating in deep rhythmic blight.
Hearts are slowed in sleep as the bell sounds midnight.
Now the phones start ringing, all the phones all night.
The wind begins to howl, a deep mournful sound.
To anyone out at night, a sound that will surround.
Glass is heard shattering, bottles rattle...break.
A creaking is heard chattering, out across the breaks.
Lights are lost in deep gloom, as the fog rolls in.
Strange forms move in the bog, and toward the town...they begin.
No life is about at this hour,except a late wine'in man.
Who's familiar has departed, and left him without a friend.
His life is lost in the gloom, to a formless demon.
A creature whom without a heart, who carves like a seaman
With wispy movements the fog advances across the windy wastes.
Its movement seems guided, as towards the town it makes.
All life in its clutches vanishes, snuffed out with great haste.
Bloody animal carcasses, a touch of fog is all it takes.
Now the sleep drains from sleepy clouded minds
and the fog advances claiming all mankind
Carving and slicing its weaving wispy way
it advances ignoring the quickly approaching day
"Now listen children to the sounds from the fog!
There are screams from things dying, and its a prologue!"
Of whats coming in the dark to your sleepy home
trailing wet footsteps wherever it roams.
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