by T.C Leonard

Created on: September 28, 2009

"Where the Monocacy Meets the Potomac"

The witching hour has come and gone,

And there's an eerie orange glow;

The horizon has an aura

Rising slowly from below

The mist clings to the valley floor,

Follows where the rivers run,

Being swept off to another land

Before the day is done

A tributary meanders 'round

A mountain, to the shore,

And where it meets the river,

Two fog armies go to war

Somewhere in this confluence

Night's water vapors swirl,

And in this weird Saint Vitus' dance

The mysteries unfurl

Each sound is odd and magnified

To the listener's untrained ear,

And all that's heard but yet unseen

Becomes a source of fear

It's here the lone pedestrian

Finds solace in his fright

And breathes deep of the morning air

As day relieves the night,

And the spirits living in the fog

Will be burned off by the sun,

As they rise once more to heaven,

For their work on earth is done

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