Fog of Dissolution


Appearing sad and peaceful yet,
Fog shrouds this weary world today.
Beckoning now, it drifts along,
This silken mist of blue, and gray.

Elusive fog calmly whispers,
“Come now with me, you can be free.”
The silent fog then smothers all,
Still moving, floating eerily.

Now lured into this wicked trap,
Where all is dim, corrupt, and vile…
I want to run, but here I stay.
And fog displays a wicked smile.

cathy