There's no shape or form in the dark,
Only what you think you hear afar.
Fear materializes on it's own,
The icy chill that drives to the bone.

Don't move, the cold eyes will follow.
It makes a deep howl,
Before attacking low.
Wake up before it turns into reality.

There's always a right or a wrong path to take.
The decision isn't the easiest one to make.
Choose the wrong and evil will devour you,
Choose the right and a fight is a destiny.

Don't move, the cold eyes will follow.
It makes a deep howl,
Before attacking low.
Wake up before it turns into reality.


Copyright  2022; Bob Forbes