by Kimonio » November 15th, 2015, 7:21 pm
He comes from the terrible mist,
To prance about in the abyss.
His eyes are stone candle lights,
His heart a chilled fire bright.
He comes from the terrible mist.
Where does he leave to go?
Where is he from, who knows?
What is this being of vague elucidation,
With a name that of mispronunciation
That comes from the terrible mist?
He watches and waits after you.
He knows just what you do.
He's your stalker of lucid fear
And the nightmare you hold dear
Who came from the terrible mist.
(I'm sorry guys, I couldn't resist)