Echoes of life-ruined tempos,
Lightning flashes, retrospect
Ghostly trees keen, peeking
Beyond thick fog enclosing.

Nimbus clouds hanging,
Icy blood dripping,
Ashes blown turned
C-C-ryptic voice singing:

"   Don't worry,  worry,           -worry.
                Someone's coming for ya . . .   "

Spine-slithered doubts.
Is it redemption
Or DEATH
En-route?

Brittle steps.
Metal-casted ground, rakes
Cringing sound.
"    Scythe? . . .   "

Stumbled in fear,
Wallowed in self pity,
What an evil daydream?!