Fog Man

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

A short story as a poem of evil.

Fog Man

In Heaven live Angels, in lights Fandango. In Hell Satan sits literally fuming among fiery pits of sulphur. One sinner was Bourne from that timeless Underworld.

Damp, boggy, cold, blinding, vague mist of dense evil. Fog Man, a subhuman of power. His form digards cold steam, sending doubt for any lost wanderers.

A girl walked along the Thames, waves of cloud encompassed her, after a short lived mile, men's faces cried. From a tunnel of fogbanks came Death 

The cursed son of Lucifer, Fog Man wallows in thick mist. Striking down victims, that Jack the ripper missed.

Power and Evil consumes him, that demon Fog Man.

 


Submitted: December 14, 2021

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