Ambition

The mist came in from the west that night, brought with it a curse.
A darkness, darker than dark,
fed on fear and on the seven sins of man.

It doesn't sleep doesn't make a sound, just grows.
Into the forgotten corners of your mind, spreads it tentacles.
Plays with it and shows things
Some true mostly lies..
It doesn't stop till it ends..but it never ends.
Its called ambition.