When at dusk a mist begins to rise A sinister mist from across the fields And you seem to perceive a malevolent being Peering at you from the tree line dark -
Yes, something is watching you
It is not God-banished Grendel from Beowulf Nor is it Nesferatu creeping up to you Or a Haunt arising from a long-lost grave It is something even more grotesque and obscene: