THE FOG
PART TWO
Section 16
I opened my eyes and looked around
saucer-eyed,
Could see no sign of the bridegroom or the
bride,
Not even remains of last night’s sumptuous
feast.
From deep in the forest, came the roar of a
beast.
Somewhere a bird sang in anticipation of dawn
But the dawn was still hours away from being
born.
Hey, what was that? An owl, with a wicked
gleam?
Or merely the unfurling of a scary, surreal
dream?
In the blink of an eye the desolate boy was gone.
The wind swept wrathfully, malicious its
drone.
In the surroundings there was an air of sad
defeat.
The forest appeared with noxious fumes
replete.
The trees swayed a warning, and again the echo
Resounded and started to grow to a
crescendo.
"Have you seen the emerald eyed beauty,
oh hear!
I am looking for her, oh, is that she coming
near?"
In the forest the sad echo of his voice ricocheted.
Blood curdling screams rent the air, as the
sky greyed.
Everything appeared eerie in the semi lurid
gloom
As the branches of the spectral trees went
boom, boom.
Was the desolate boy only a fevered mind’s creation?
A frenzied dream, a figment of my
imagination?
Just a spark of madness, in the embers of the
night?
An owl hooted, a bat took a sudden and
frantic flight.
Fog Over Newcastle -- Dion Archbald
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