Fog Child's Hunt

A fog child's hungry eyes
haunt the travelers - red hues in the corner of perception
moths dance over his head
grey, white, dusty like shelves in forgotten library
splinters of dim light on their wings
when they put their heads to sleep
they feel his penetrating gaze
drilling mazes in their souls
the mists gather
the bog boils
and traps unravel
swirling in heat
like lovers embracing their limbs in craving grip
and they dance on wind, tiny broken dolls
gathering sprinkles of common sense
the fog child enters their mind with night
a darkness drinking fear like wine
they feel the pain, and fangs and cracks
they dream about the wind that gnaws
and sucks a sweet sap from their hearts