Misty Arrival

The mist rolled in, like a thousand horses
Galloping forwards, smoke furled all around.
The moisture, droplets of air, coating everything
In a cooling blanket, shivering cold.
As the mist rolled in, enveloping the world
Completely.
Then from out of the hazy darkness, a figure comes
Slowly at first, then with more purpose.
Eyes of steel, heart of death
He is coming.
There’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
He is coming.
And he’s coming
For you.