WolfandDragon

By WolfandDragon

Rolling Fog

As the fog sneaks in with a quiet ol’ din,
The cold rushes up, makes you reach for a cup.
The still of the night hides a terrible fright,
Lurking with in secrets a kin,
To all who hide the things that they see, the truth will not hide from me,
So reach for you pillow, have a good cower, for the fog does hide a terrible power.

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