7 August 2012
The roar of the sea Is a welcome sanctuary In the dead of night. Solemn spirits lurk in disguise, In a dense and ghostly mist, Where all of reality is lost, Transcending Into another dimension.
The dark and dreary mist, Where an eery silence prevails, Deadly Silence Prevails, Cloaks the city in unworldly echoes From days and times now passed.
The Mist • Opuss № I