Two slow large birds flew across the moon
As darkest clouds play hide and seek-
Shadows move as if they were alive
And the palest moon took turns to peek-
A dog howled ever so in the woods away
And then silence sent shivers up a spine-
Fog rolled in so thick low and grim
As wettest moss dripped from a vine-
The moon it came again then went away
The night turned darker still-
And the silence sang it's mournful tune
And yet thicker fog rolled in at will-
Shadows swapped places in the dimmest light
Becoming as if larger still to be-
As palest moonlight tried best to filter through
And slowly moving clouds resembled the wildest sea-
A fear it fell within a soul so cold
Of what one never had a single clue-
Eventually ever welcome was the soon coming dawn
And the dripping of the morning dew-
