The hazy air lingered in the room
Wafting the scent of bodies exhumed.
The temperature dropped
And my heart stopped
But my legs didn't follow suit,
Nor did my mind, struck by a curious kiss.
To pass by the cloud would be an opportunity missed.
So left, then right, then left again
Pressing onward into the chilling den.
Held by the need to know,
I pressed closer towards the threshold.
Despite all the signs in front of my face,
I never felt more alive in the spectre's embrace.