In A Fog Poem by Ima Ryma

The bat is flying through the night,
Tired from lots of hunt for prey roam.
The bat knows the heavy fog might
Make harder sensing the way home.
And the bat is well aware that
Before sunrise the bat must be
Safely back in home habitat.
Flying's blind when it's so foggy!
The bat feels home is just ahead,
Then senses error has been done,
Filling the bat with utter dread.
There's church with a cross in the sun.

The vampire does do a slow burn.
'Damn this fog, I made a wrong turn.'