Fog

A secluded field that's been long forgotten

No memories to be made there

People here slumber, but their bodies are rotten

Deep underground, they have a story that they share

One shadowy night

The moon shines bright

Young souls walked into the beckoning fog in their sight

Surrounding them they couldn't see

The man hiding beneath their feet

They couldn't scream

They couldn't shout

Now they lay

Parts strewn about

The years have gone

And all that's left

Is the misty fog

To cover up their torturous past

-Tanya Petkau-