Late one evening
In a woodland hideaway
I was gazing at worlds so far away
When under the moon
Something caught my eye
I couldn’t say
Had never seen its’ kind

Watching me from behind a lonely tree
Face to face with uncertainty
Misshapen figure, ashen silk hair
Coal blackened eyes
They haunted me

An abstract feeling crept upon me
No escape
I was frozen, could not run away
Under its’ spell
Losing my mind
This can’t be real
Not my time to die

Reaching out from behind that lonely tree
Flesh to flesh, with probability
I’d never see home
This forest my grave
Then to my surprise, it started to scream

Rising dawn came along to my relief
Without a trace, vanished obscurely
Not of our kind, ashen silk hair
Coal blackened eyes
They haunt me still