Yellow, green and black
Seeping through the streets
Poisoning any available air
Gloom is revealed with evil at aim
Blinds light, diffuses sound
Thick layers of stench and grime
Creep’s up on its unexpected target
Clueless to any sense of direction
The fog is vermin unwanted and un-needed
The fog is terror in its form, dark and large
Horror to any human that dares to contend
With the overwhelming power of the fog.
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