The Fog Poem by Nathaniel Graves

It was a cool and quiet evening.
The sun had stepped out for a moment,
As the soundful trees swayed in the wind.
An eerie fog stepped in the midst,
Closing the ominous door behind him.
The sun was locked out, but not in vain.
The billowy behemoth engulfed all,
Captivating every inch of white cloud.
The sun shinned through the windowed walls of
The clouded sky to seek rhyme and reason.
The sun peered as though a stalker would.
The sun looked and noticed a black fog.
The fog’s shadow was widely immense.
Before it came to its true form of fate,
The black billowy fog turned and gave.
It gave a blank stare, almost like the sun
Had done an act of wrong and dire straint.
In the end, and before it came too soon,
The black fog explained in an action;
An act that fooled the sun ignorant.
As for the sun, he went out for the night.
His light had gone, and the black fog encased
The sky, killing the last strands of light.
It was night time, and the black sky shone dark.

-12/8/09-