Morning Mist

Morning mist dense and thick

Wraps its arms round every tree

Leaves the nature looking pale and sick

Dims reality and makes it hard to see

 

The moist blanket left behind

When the piercing sun scares it on the run

Faced with evil we must not play blind

Deliverance does not come through the barrel of a gun

 

The face of all that is good

Not even the darkest of evils can withstand

With beauty the world will flood

The new order will shine and be grand

 

Passing through we leave the evil on the floor

And in unison shout out: Nevermore!