• Eyes so frozen,
    Startled by the stars,
    Illuminating this fog.

    And this night grows much colder,
    The forest becomes a nightmare,
    Trees become bold terrorists,
    Igniting bombs as they roar.

    Partake if you will, in the question of truth?
    These are the scenes that create films,
    No ghosts emerge, just memories.
    Tick tock time rolls along slowly,
    Leaving me with the rest of me,
    On my drive home,
    Into the dark.