The mist,cold,dank-moon-lit-silver-white
early morning chill beneath a late full moon,
slipping catabatic towards the darkened valley
how or why I did not know, the bell rang three,
stumbling in the half light,was I still asleep
was this dream or,nightmare?Was I wake?
There was a glow about this veil
ectoplasmic company made me feel alone
I forced my way felt it close behind
looked back,stretched my arms to part the way
all was still,as still,as still can be
this was more than quietness,
my skin was numb,could see the shadows
as they scratched and slowed my way
the departing night was cold
four hours 'til the dawn and sun
to dry my sweating brow.