Danger Lurks in the Fog

an attempted poem written in 2014 I hope you enjoy the redone art and lame old poem.

'There's danger in the fog,'
my grandfather always said.

'Don't go out to late,
stay inside and wait.

The monsters hide behind the veil,
waiting to hear you wail.

That's when they show,
yet you still won't know.

They are monsters hiding in the fog,
hiding what they are behind the veil,
waiting, waiting, to make you wail.

There's danger in the fog,
it looks like help but I tell you that's wrong,
there are dangers, in the fog.

So stay inside when the fog rolls round
it's not safe to be out on the ground.

They look like us,
but are much more vicious.

They wait for you within the veil.'

But I didn't listen though I knew I should.

I went out into the veil, but knew better then to wail,
for to make sound for help surely would break the spell.

The spell that keeps them from me that makes them think I'm still fine.
I'm not though, and I think they know
for when I look behind...

'Are you lost little girl?'

His voice like silk, his eyes shining bright.
They held a beacon like light.

He offered his hand in a kind gesture
but my voice told that I knew better.

'Lost though I am, you come with the fog.
Therefore I shall go with you not.

Grandfather warned me of the monsters that lay hid,
behind the veil waiting for a kid.

One not unlike myself,
but others don't know,
that monsters can be anybody that hides their true self.

So I will find my own way, though thanks for the offer,
but grandfather taught me better.

So I shall leave and you shall stay,
for the fog is your home but not mine, not today.'

He smiled a smile unlike the one from before,
'You've beaten me may I challenge you no more.

Go then young child who braves the fog,
make sure you get home before to long.

No others here will be as kind as I,
and I shall truly now be your guide.'

He walked back the way I had came,
looking over his shoulder still smiling the same.

'You beat me at my game so I will leave you be,
I will not hurt you so follow me.'

Lead me he did to the edge of the fog,
as I left he said,
'If ever you find yourself lost in the fog,
call out my name and you shall be led.'

'You've not given a name so how can I call?'
I ask but get no answer at all.

Turning I look to see the fog no longer,
but a breeze blows by and I wonder...