Ghosts Of The Fogg
Twilight Courier
the tides stop
like they do
every year
bringing The Fogg
and the ghosts to appear
haul in your boats
and stay close to shore
harboring grief
as The Fogg draws near
bar the doors shut
staying warm by the fire
and rest easy
in the good company of those whom you hold dear
mad drunken howls
the guards at their post
ringing the bells
for the lonely and lost
send out the candles
on small wooden boards
to light up the coast
as the tides come to a pause
say your prayers that The Fogg doesn’t stay
over our country
on this solemn day