With vengeance
Does the fog
Descend
 
Or ascend,
It is hard to tell
 
However,
Vengeance is mine
Sayeth the fog.
 
For this fog is filled
With lightning
And rain
And thunder.
 
The fog has a
Bizarre
Pink tinge
That bodes
(Under the circumstance)
Ill. 
 
And foghorns
Of those ships
Lost
&
Lost
 
And not wanting to
Be lost
At sea.
 
When it is fog
Such as this,
The foghorns
Have a wail
Of desperation
 
“Don’t let us get lost,
“Get lost,
“Lost,
“In the cold
“Dark
“&
“Invisible
“Sea”
 
The foghorns
Moan
&
Wail.
 
The ships
Take on the
Shape of Ghosts.
 
Lost Ghosts.
 
~ D.E BA U.E