Sea Fret

White mist creeps insidiously,

Swallowing the light house and buoys.

Cloaking the harbour, ships and boats.

Enveloping cranes, warehouses,

Streets, shops, bars and restaurants.

Day turned to dusk before its time.

Shrouded danger lurking within;

Phantom, thief, serial killer?

Terror rears in the swirling gloom.

Silent spectre of impending doom.

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