Fable

On a cold winter night
A haunting spirit
Made its way through the blinding fog
Of an evil forest
Lurking
In search of a place to hide
From all of the horror around
But before she could
She stepped out from the trees
Into a graveyard
Where on every stone
Read the names of each of her enemies
Who she buried in a haze long ago
And she looked over them
With a smile on her face
And beside her
Stood four other evil spirits
And together they began chanting
First from a whisper
Then getting louder and louder with each breath