They played upon the tapestry of  night,
Unsettled in the places of  secluded light.
All was deathly not realizing their plight,
As shadows clinging to everything in sight.

Breezes cut upon nerves, as breath fell like snow
Moments felt frozen, surrounded by unknown
Clambering in haste, the calls of a single crow
Its voice echoed as if to tell of those below.

Enveloped was distance no end in view
The chills clawed, what was seen even true
As lights of the road beckoned each step they grew
Each did extinguish and then we knew.

Light was a honey trap like moths to a flame
Drawn like bee to honey, our stupidity to blame.
It called to each one of us asked us our name,
We fell silent, each breath darkness now claimed.