Friday, March 14, 2008

There's Something About the Fog

There's something about the fog, something ominous, foreboding. It hangs gray, and lifeless between I and the world. A damp shroud. Hushed sounds with no echoes. Muted voices. And a steady, drip...drip...drip...

What nether world is home for that early morning shroud? Where does it flee to at first light? A dark cellar no doubt, under a cold stone fortress of Doom. Doom I say, and say again Doom! Why else would this harbinger of ill slip silently from the light, but to hide itself under those dark halls?

And who is the Master of those stone walls? Wicked I say, and say again, He's Wicked in all his gloom, and doom. And hungry...

What fruits has his lackey fog brought to that evil table? Will they feast on echoes of life, and the sharp edge of voices stolen from the early hours? It is wrong I say, and say again wrong to lurk in the shadows, and dine in the dim light stolen from the morning!

Misery and grief, are the diet of Doom...

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Spooky...

Luucy Stone said...

Absolutely grasping description of
fog...
'Tis indeed an early morning decision made in shadows if
one finds themselves...

lost in the fog...

No debate that misery and grief are within the fog...
drip, drip tears of dew,

for life brings foggy moments
just as a morning shadow...
moisture drips from the
Spanish Moss within the
"Enchanted Forest" of
Fort Morgan Alabama...

Lost paradise...
natural wildlife,
tiny strip of sand
surrounded by the
Mobile Bay and
Gulf of Mexico...

healing found there.

keep your place in the
Ozark Mountains...
a serene paradise...

hide it, hold it dear
stay afar of the fog
that lingers for a short time...

Light of the Sun
puts it where it belongs...
in the shadows of dark and evil.
Nothing good ever comes from fog.

Excellent perception Wallace.
Thank you for the exceptional
Photography Art associated with your grasping perception.

A complete piece, well done.

Luucy Stone*ldbg
Fort Morgan Alabama
30 March 2008
cwellc tcg ldbg*fma

Edita said...

//Misery and grief, are the diet of Doom...//

It's Doom who feeds us with misery and grief and thinks we never have enough.