Mist descends, shadows creep
Through the night, where phantoms seep
Darkened streets, silence reigns
Whispers float through twisted veins
Fog rolls in, a shroud of dread
Lost souls wander, half the dead
Streetlights flicker, dimmed by fear
In the gloom, the end is near
Echoes haunting, footsteps slow
Eyes peer through the chilling haze
Searching for light their hate
Choking dread, the air is thick
In the fog, the wicked flick
Shadows twist in ghostly form
Innocence lost, the mind's storm
Every breath, the darkness feeds
In the mist, the wicked breed