Night comes fast
Shadows grow dark
evasive cold
entrapping me in her fold
Bonechilling screams unfold
from the earths dark mould
Shattering my mind
Icy terror freezes my spine
A lady's laughter
soft and mocking
floats on the wind
Dripping with malice
Our Lady of death
Roames here among the living
Searching for "me" in this evening?
Maybe in search of my last breath?
