The fog has come, swallowing
 everything up in its grayness.
 Moving from the East, swiftly across
 the city.
 Denseness of nonentity engulfing
 all in its path.
 What evil lurks behind its walls?
 Aspects of life disappear, no
 vision is ascertained.
    I am behind glass, and yet
 I fear being captured in its horror.
 Is Death approaching, or am I to
 just be erased and dissipate in the mist.
 Tapping, tendrils trying to enter
 my domain.  It is here.....
  
 Dixie Scott/Copyrighted 10/18/06)