The Mist

A dark unsettling aura of malevolence

The mist approaches without warning,

Feel the silence of impending doom,

For they are the signs of forewarning,

The soul is etched in misery by the thick gloom

 

The sun’s brightness is subdued by the dark clouds,

The weeds thrive under the murky shadows,

Be not downcast by the monotonous crowds,

Change direction, and steer away from the morbid gallows  

 

A twirl to the rhythm of a harrowing tune,

The distant strains of a melodious song,

A dystopian sinister horror story unleashed on a full moon,

The dire sound of a war gong

 

The overwhelming silence of a ghostly night,

The greener pastures are left to your own device,

Distant echoes lingering from the past daylight, 

The remnants of an abundant paradise

 

 The deep crevices and dark corners of the immoral soul,

The dormant vices are set to be unearthed,

Be wary of the adversary's goals,

From the tempered spirit, the phoenix was birthed

 

The helpless being that's ravished by grim fate,

The clean rocky surface that hides dirt underneath,

The Grim Reaper's ill-fated chosen date,

It matters not the glittering surface but what lies hidden beneath

 

Power consumes the weak and spineless,

Evil hacks morality's password,

Like the nightly critters that symbolise blindness,

It's the imprint on the spirit that's backward

 

Love beckons the depraved soul,

Lost at sea on a calm and windless night,

The decapitated decaying head mounted on a pole,

Go forth courageous like a shining Knight

 

(Namgyel Rangdol)