Ill Tales of the Mist

A once prosperous land full of beauty and grace

Withered when man dispensed toxins and waste

It slowly decayed when rivers polluted

The sky turned to gray; no sunlight protruded

Trees lost their leaves; few flowers did bloom

Now a desolate realm full of darkness and gloom

The poor stayed behind; the wealthy vacated

Once crops could not grow and fauna mutated

Infections ran rampant; their bodies reacted

The blood of the people turned radioactive

They grew sharp fangs; their skin stained green

They hid in the shadows to remain unseen

Rations of critters, eating turkeys and boars

Most fought their urges; some hungered for more

The rivers ran red, then it started to flood

When Vamps left the Mist and hunted for blood

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