A swirling, groping, malevolent mist
Accompanied by dusk's brooding presence
Encased the pine-surrounded lagoon
In an aura of primeval terror.
My campsite was half a mile away,
The moon was full; I could see the trail.
I'm a rational man with no excuse
For my sudden feeling of nervousness.
The fog crept up from the cold lagoon
In fingering wisps of frigid fear.
The ebony-cloaked magician of night
Summoned grotesque goblins out of bushes.
My blood froze in homage to ignorance.
I was now Neanderthal Man against evil,
As nature used my sense of vilnerability
To conjure forth terrifying visions
Of powers that I felt helpless against.
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