The mist swirls around the land almost threatening in it’s nothingness
Unsure if I can really see what seems to be there or a creature plays
In some forgotten realm ahead of me in the pea green haze
A rational thought, always the sensible one this ration,
Tells me to get with it and what else could it be but someone coming towards me?
Of course the part, that is more of me than not sings another song,
It’s coming, one of those night creeper things, coming for you
And getting closer, closer, heart beating fit to burst at the shape coming right for me
That I still cannot make out what this lumbering mass is
Enter the last cloud of gloom , the mist mass
Heading for it, as it does for me
Hold my breath, counting, counting, closer, closer….
My head begins to whirl looking for it’s hiding place of which there’s none
But it has vanished into the misty vapour leaving me cold to my bones
With the feel of an icy hand on the back of my neck…….