Fog and Mist

I can darken lights of day,
For hours upon hours.
(And so can I), said the mist to the fog, with soft indignant showers.

And with the Wind I carry far,
(Well, she is my friend too,)
She wails with fury when we're apart,
(And with me, she's born anew.)

I bury mankind's faces in the folds of my discontent,
Until all their sense is stripped away, their few emotions spent,
(And I suspend their dulled dark dreams from atrophic eternal lament.)

When I lay 'cross the graying skies, all those beneath, my slaves,
I'll rend their souls from flesh and bone and send them to their graves,
Their pain shall lie in unheard screams, their fear held, everlasting,
And I'll own all, save empty husks,
(And I shall mourn their passing.)