Yes…a poem that’s NOT written by Wisp! 😛 It’s actually my first poem. Just so you know, I really like it when poetry rhymes. If it doesn’t rhyme, it’s like eating a good sandwich without bread.

Dark shadows drift through dank fog
Swallowed by depths of a forgotten bog
He rises from his soggy grave, drenched in death,
Damned is he who perceives his shallow breath

He moves, he shivers, he moans, he crows:
“Where I come from, no one knows.”
When he shuffles in streets, the living despair
Those who see him, are few and rare.

And those who see his eyes of swollen light
Will never cease to end, their walks at night
Wondering, wandering, ‘round the creek bend:
“Will this dreadful nightmare ever end?”