Green Mist, The
From far away it invadesAn innocent fog of green
If you find yourself in it
You'll hear strange noises
See some strange sights
Weird is a word and a half
For when you feel faint
An eerie hand taps you
You will freeze in your seat
Praying that it's a friend
For in this green mist
It could your best friend George
Or the ghost of your great aunt Martha
You just never know
What you'll find in there
Friend or foe or a few hungry zombies
Or just a ghost with treasure
Whatever you find, beware and be safe
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