Candle in Fog

Candle in Fog

A candle shivered in the fog,

Its light bent around hidden shapes,

I followed the thin trail,

Where the mist swallowed my shoes.

Something watched from the hollow,

Eyes like drowned silver coins,

Every step echoed someone else,

I wanted to run, but could not.

Shadows tangled with my hair,

The world grew small and strange,

I felt hands brush the air,

Cold, familiar, accusing.

A figure moved ahead,

Vanishable as smoke,

I reached for it,

And it vanished again.

The fog swallowed the street,

Even my shadow dissolved,

A faint laughter rolled past,

And the night leaned closer.

I stumbled into silence,

The candle flickered and died,

Its light vanished like memory,

Leaving only the fog to watch.