The mist settled over the edge of town from the forest land
The cold winter night held sway as the moon rose grand
And clouds rode high in the black sky above it all
As the coast town slumbered on in their sleepy call
Although mists were not uncommon in this place
This one had appeared from the wilds in a state of grace
As it boiled up from the ground taking to the air snaking up the trees
The night air grew colder in a temperature that would freeze
Out of a hollow in the ground she appeared in the forest
Dressed in a calico dress and running screaming at a speed expressed
There was a report to the local police station by mobile phone call
Of the girl's screaming in the forest land drifted over all
The police cruiser edged down the fire access road so slowly
As the officers played their spot light around looking in the beam clearly
When suddenly she run from the left side of the roadway
And stopped in the headlights in the centre of their pathway
They quickly stepped out of the patrol car doors
And went to her as she fell in their arms for help to implore
So they took her to the hospital local emergency room
And the local doctor pronounced her in good health soon
But when the sun rose the next morning from the sea
The sun played slowly across the girl's face so lightly
They could see she had green eyes and was tinged with green skin
And when spoken to all she would is 'Thank-you for taking me in.'
The girl with green skin and green eyes became part of the town
Where she had come from as the mysterious mists came down
So the days turned to weeks to months and the year turned in its cycle
And they say now the winter is here that they feel the mists becoming vital.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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