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The Moor
Something stirs distant in the fog
Just out of sight and out of hearing
Restless on the moor
Nocturnal creature taking life
From the fog that chills me deep
And holding breath until, like death
I'm overcome with sleep
Something watches through the fog
With heightened sight and perfect hearing
Ice cold upon the moor
Infernal creature who lives by night
And takes the days from me
Till I'm wrapped intact in velvet black
And fog is all I see
beautiful imagery, smooth and chilly , ice cold on the reader himself.A great poem! Ali
Something watches through the fog very mysterious....;-) this was my favorite line!