Fogtown Fables

Once in a town with no name on the map,
Lived two odd brothers and one wild chap.
Anonymous whispered through alley and fog,
Famous lit up like a trending blog.

They shared a small house with their cousin Perilous,
Who juggled sharp truths and was slightly nefarious.
One wore a hoodie, one wore a crown,
The third wore chaos like a hand-me-down.

Anonymous vanished when doors creaked ajar,
Famous rolled in a rented sports car.
Perilous came with a suitcase of schemes,
And a grin that could haunt your dreams.

One day they argued 'who wore it best?"
Was it silence, spotlight, or cunning unrest?
Famous said, “I’m adored by the masses!”
Anonymous scoffed, “They’re shallow as glasses.”
Perilous laughed, “You both miss the game
I thrive in the shadows and profit from blame.”

The town unraveled like threads from a sleeve,
Famous turned ghost, Anonymous took his leave.

Billboards went blank, the clocks lost their sound
Perilous had rewired the town.
He scrawled on the fountain in lipstick and ash:
“I left as a rumor. Returned as your flash


Now legends are told in that nameless town,
Of brothers who rose, and one who tore down.
So, if you meet someone with mystery eyes,
Check their pockets for riddles and lies.