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.