I saw him through the dark mist just barely.
For he was dressed in black.
He was coming towards me like a black hole.
His black hooded cape covered his face.
He walked slowly, but with cause.
Walking past me in the soft light
Not talking
Just walking
Like the direction of my life.
Cold and alone
Everyone turns away
He can't think
no
he won't.
As he walked past me I get a cold chill
I am deathly afraid of this man of the mist.
