dark morning.
The air was still,
and the fog,
fog covered everything.
Creatures,
mystical creatures,
glared angrily through the fog as they sped past.
Their eyes like headlights cut through the gloom.
Large gnarled monsters,
monsters with big round eyes,
seemed to just appear,
appear through the murk as my eyes adjusted.
Their strong twisted arms were raised against a slowly,
slowly forming blood red sky.
Apparently in annoyance they called out at the passing creatures and seemed to chase,
chase along the roadside after them!
Then,
steadily,
gradually,
slowly,
slowly the red sky became blue,
the fog started to lift,
and the terrible,
terrible forms that had been,
started to drift away.
The once monsters became trees,
and the bright,
bright eyed creatures just passing cars,
as the suns golden ray's washed,
washed them all away.
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