Blankets of white wrap ‘round the hills,
And the silence is sliced by sounds of shrills,
Drops of sunlight like a single tear,
Form a melted pool of swirling fear.
A moment shattered – and the landscape’s bare,
A lagoon of doom… would you even dare?
Do you remember the echoing steps,
As you glanced below to the murky depths?
The scent of salt wavering – a little stale
Turning your head towards one so frail
A skeleton of memories – scattered aside
Not one hair remains, only decay resides,
The lifeless statue, source of future dread,
Forever tangles up like a net in your head.
Giving in to darkness, for no one to find,
A cloud of fear envelopes your mind.
