Through The Dark Fog

After the terrible storm,

A deathly silence that takes place

Somewhere in a hidden memory,

Images float before my eyes

The wind is saturated with thousands of voices.

I can see lights in the distance,

Flickering in the dark cloak of night.

Specters disappear into the black fog

Drums beat in the distance echoes of darkness

Moving to the pagan sound.

Figures of wheat stalks bend in the shadows

Supporting himself up high, as the huge lights to pulsate

The dense fog covers every inch of ground,

And no sign of fading away until the next rising of the sun

From inside the black fog comes the chaos

Horrific nightmares that creep through the night

When the doors open, the nightmare is beginning

In his maddening search for exit,

Terror reaches them through frightening creatures

Coming out of the darkness and attack them mercilessly