The black mist

No one ever knows it's coming
It sneaks about the night
Slinking up behind you
It gives one quite a fright

It coils and curls
It lashes out, unfurls
It swallows the soul of another

Watch as it moves
Who to lose?
The mist?
Who is next on the list?

Come closer, it calls
As you walk, it mauls
When you sleep if lurks
When you wake it slithers
Like a snake
Away

And in dreamland
It has the upper hand
In such a strange land
It chokes you slowly
You scream lowly
Help is not there

There is only the fog