do you ever get that feeling of unease
brought on by fog so thick you can't see the trees
where even in the shadows angels fear to tread
and every drip drop drip falls in time to primal dread
the air is chill
my heart is still
as creeping fingers of frost slither down my spine
freezing my core in the eerie winter lunar shine
but these racing thoughts take dark wing
to the coal black raven's discordant song