When fog creeps down any lonely, dark road,
even the nicest neighborhood can seem most dangerous.
The silent whisper of rain drops echo
as the shadows of houses that are now strangers
silently wait for the break of dawn.
A neighborhood that was once familiar
is now a ghost for any resident who walks the night.
Any movement, any sound quickens the heart,
races the mind and the feeling of what was once home,
quietly evaporates as fog creeps down any lonely, dark road.