Stranger danger waits in the light
Dappling through the leaves
Brought by the loamy scent of decay—
Too much green choking the air;
The shadows retreat from the neat
Little maiden claiming to be lost.
Familiar dread creeps out of the bright
Fading and draining the secrets written
Beneath the souls surrounding our skin suits;
Who is flashing past the death, the past—
Stand tall after the fall, brush off the dust
She knocked us down and danced in our blood.
It’s darkest right now
We are going through hell
The end is here (so is the fear)—
Keep walking anyway
Out of the dark
Into the fading gray.