Birds scuttle in sinister shades.

And I breathe this inferno
Of whispers, a mangled
Effigy in this sulphur night.

A bleak,
Yellow horizon
Casts out your name
Riding away from today
(maybe I should too)

Ghosts slide through
The trees, wisps of charms
Enchanted, I'm stranded.
This darkness engulfs me.

Oh, the darkness has a soul of its own!

I'm only a speck
Of transience
In its wake, lost
In its existence.