Poetry: Silent Mist

Silent Mist

Silent mist
within the night
what is this
sorrow
what is this
sight?

Ancient ruler
creeping
seeping into
the trees
slowly spreading
foul disease.

I am the
dreaded necromancer
of a
woeful gloom
creator and catalyst
of a
heinous doom.

Pewter powder
hellish gore
my poison
decimates
the forest floor.

I bring my shadows
from the deep
to imprison all
within my keep
to suffer
an eternal
insufferable sleep.

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