The night fell silent
lace and legs from spiders lay waiting
to confuse my mind
play with my being
A crackle and a snap was heard
in my past or my future
I dare not think
the crackle was orange, glowing like a fire
snapping twigs in its haste
messing with my mind
messing my future
the crackle confuses me
I turn a corner
it seemed to be different
time here was still
like the wind
no hair on my head dare move
was it fear
was it hope
the crackle had disappeared.