Still clouded, my mem'ries as in a spell
I left 'moving towards what' lurks in shadows
knowing, naught, what ominous signs fortell
rain fell unpleasing thru~ weeping willows
yet compelled, i ventured forth into night
dark spirits fastened locks 'pon soul and breath
mysterious beams of mist shone grey light
like dull light on a stone haloed in death
Icy chills moved upon my ashen skin
still no words could i utter from blue lips
a sleepwalk of suffocation,within
waking to fear with iced-blood fingertips
A dream so real, 'moving towards what' may be?
still clouded, death's light on a stone' for me