🐝caramelhoney125🐝

The fog creeps in, a ghostly shroud,
Silent, cold, and unbowed.
It twists and curls, a spectral veil,
A mourner’s sigh, a phantom’s trail.

It clings to trees, to earth, to stone,
A realm of gray where shadows roam.
No stars, no moon, no guiding light,
Just endless haze in endless night.

It whispers soft through hollow air,
A voice that chills, a breath of despair.
It knows your name, it calls you near,
A lullaby spun from your fear.

Step too far, and you’ll be lost,
A wanderer’s soul, a fatal cost.
For in the fog, all paths entwine,
And time dissolves, as does the line.

Between what’s real and what’s a dream,
A shifting world, a fleeting gleam.
Beware the fog, it guards its own—
A graveyard vast, a realm unknown.