Dark chilly night
the fog rolls in
and with it comes another...
you can't see him,
you can't smell him,
all you hear is crackly laughter
as soft as the dewdrops
collecting on your skin.
So hush hush...
Don't make a sound my child
for the fog man has come
and is waiting for you.
His red eyes watch
like twinkling stars
and long fingers snatch
at unwary passersby
who are never seen again.
So pray for the light, sweet child
and pray this fog will roll away
for us to live another day.
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