The Frightening

Dark at night,
And the stars aglow,
Crunching on gravel
Down below

And the wind’s blowing fierce
And then it blows slow,
The trees bend uneasy,
Leaning to and fro

And the fields have found a feeling
That sucks me from my gaze,
And I’m living in the darkness
Where only darkness stays,

Flying to the Frightening,
Lost within strange fear:
I turn my head and look away -
The Frightening is too near.