Conjoin

The fog crawls through this town
It cloaks the mountains
It cloaks the men
It cloaks the monsters

“A world viewed filtered through cotton candy”

It grows arms, legs, fingers
The spider is spinning
The spider is scuttling
The spider is slain

“You can reach that peak if you try”

The fog unleashes its sorrow
It is your father
It is your son
It is your ghost

“Where is your god now?”

One city under fog