Across Ever Darkening Skies

Fading shades of red and gold
A wind that’s icy cold.
A wind colder than any I’ve ever known,
A wind that chills me to the bone.

The sun fades from the skies,
Most humans close their eyes,
But there is one figure that you might see
And that one figure just might be me.

I stand beside some skeletal trees
Whose branches sway in a freezing breeze.
A thick mist fills the air,
Droplets of water form in my hair.

The wind moans.
Something somewhere groans.
I shiver
And dip my toe in the river.
Icy cold.
I no longer feel so bold.

The moon rises, shimmering green.
Oh, what an eerie sight to have seen,
As it illuminates the mist,
And just after I hear the river’s waters hiss...

Shadows begin to creep, drawing ever closer to me,
Red eyes staring hungrily at me.
We engage in a battle of the mind,
A battle of a strange and imaginary kind.
We are seen only by a few wandering eyes
As shadows creep across ever darkening skies.