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As the Fog Gathers
I step outside to see the sun,
But no longer is it shining.
Veiled by the sky, but the sky is gone,
And the rainbow I am pining.
The gentle rays, they break no light,
They greet the grass no more.
As comes the gentle killer,
But what torment does it store?
I am scared for I can't see,
What lies ahead, what I must fear.
The unseen howls, I shiver back,
But find my home is nowhere near.
Wondered off, alone in doubt,
The hair on my neck is rising,
The glowing eyes, I saw so briefly,
My death is not surprising.
I find a tree, a mild comfort,
Then feel the sharpness of pain.
A final hiss, the last thing I hear,
In my end there's no explaining.
What's left to tell, they found me not,
Though they looked both far and wide.
But with the Devil I shall stay,
From the mortals I shall hide.
The sun I scorn, the clouds I cheer,
The rain is my new brother.
The night is mine, the storms of hate,
Hold to me like no other.
I smile with glee, a grimness of heart,
Seeing how I've come to be.
And through the pain, I learned of spite,
From the fog that's my deceit.
-Morbid Seraphim
