46. February 15th
Mist shrouds the horizon from view,
Concealing it from sight.
Leaving the landscape to be imagined,
Not seen by every eye.
Mountains, trees, hillocks and all,
Hide behind the veil of fog.
Keeping themselves away from us,
Away from the view of people.
Unseen they there do plot and plan,
Waiting to unleash their power.
On whomsoever they chose to target,
An unlucky soul for sure!