Fog

As I come back to this commonplace
The darkness closes in
Fear strikes my heart

Through my blindness I see a light
Coming closer, growing stronger
I am saved

by Abbie Rose

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We tread an eerie road across the moor Where shadows weave upon their ghostly looms, And winds sing an old lyric that might lure Sad queens from ancient tombs.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -] I have never read such an atmospheric verse except in Poe. Gives me shivers creeping up my spine even though I am sitting safe in my house with every light in it blazing now.