A blurred image I squint to see
Its form I cannot comprehend
A crescent moon is little help
Though, what light it has, it offers to lend
I stumble forward to improve my vision
My sight's fixation makes me rudely stare
What can it be that drives me onward?
Why should I worry, why should I care?
My senses alarm me, there is no sound
The eerie silence chills my skin.
Although I want to turn around
My curiosity's force, pulls me back in
If anything, my vision is more obscure
Yet the object I see has grown in size
I’d call for help but I have no voice
What will be the fate that I must realize?
I lose all consciousness and then come to
In more familiar surroundings I become aware
I never knew what my subconscious did see
Just an object in my strange nightmare.