The fog....

The eerie fog drifts across the land;

The cool breaze swift, and silent;

The tall dark tree lums over elegantly;

It's twisted branches reach out to the sky;

As I walk down the crooked narrow path;

The towering tree motionless;

There seemed to be a faint voice in the distance;

I walk on to the rough grey headstone;

The fog begins to clear;

As the sun slowly rises;