10 July 2012
Tendrils of frost Steal over the ground Paths crisp with amber leaves Dew from early hours sets morning time.
Fog hangs over the lake Skimming the top, not quite touching The reeds line the edge, dead for a life The air is humid and quivers with dark
There's something between the branches Of the highest broken ash tree All I see is a pair of eyes Blood red, no pupils
The hairs on the back of my neck raise To match the leaf skeletons beginning to lift in the wind I must be alone It's just after midnight.
I'm getting scared The darkness seeps through the trunks And then a hand, on my shoulder, I scream And then everything goes black
Scared • Opuss № I