The mist rolled in
like a thousand horses
galloping forwards,
smoke furled all around.

The moisture, droplets of air,
coating everything,
ina cooling blanket,
shivering cold.

As the mist rolled in,
enveloping the world,
completely.

Then, from out 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.