Look it’s hidden shrouded in bliss
Cold wintry night fog rising quick
On tree’s, your eyes focus branches beware
Listen intently, listen to hear
The damp ice weather you feel in your chest
Try not to breathe in try not to rest
You’re out on a journey, one that’s so long
A journey with danger where no one’s been on
The dawn approaches the light starts to rise
Still foggy and damp thinking back on the lies
Think for a moment you’re now in a daze
A bird flies by quickly you recover your gaze
Your teeth chatter lightly you stamp up and down
Try to get warm not get yourself harmed
You can not feel anything your body feels numb
The forest is ending your destination has come
You have to be careful how you walk and tread
How you approach it, what will be said
Tact and submission both you will need
Not pushing too fiercely be ready to concede
There on the hill the one over there
A little while longer and soon you’ll beware
Of something behind you, what will it be
What would be following you what does it need
The fog has just lifted blue skies are out
You’re nearing the cabin you start to shout
“Can anyone hear me what is your name?”
Why are you behind me what is your fame?
Nobody answers silence envelops
Deafening silence nothing develops
The cabins unlocked in you walk
The door crackles noisily at the smell you now baulk
Dusty with cobwebs furniture old
The room feels eerie you now don’t feel cold
A warm glow of a feeling you feel from the floor
Floorboards creak loudly as you near a door
You open it and pause what could be here?
Your heads round the door you let out for air
The hairs on your face stand up on end
What are you seeing whats to defend
Walk a little nearer you tell yourself so
Another step forward you bend down very low
Slow thoughtful movements slight touch you dare
A shocking image one to beware
Time is now stopping the clocks just don’t move
Kneeling and praying you to try to disprove
You have come all this way hoping to find
But the reason for coming is left behind
The image is moving and starting to breath
You can’t move a mussel the tension you feel
It opens it’s you can now see its head
The smell is dreadful smells like its dead
I should uncover this image, the image I see.
What I’m I uncovering what will it be
Behind comes the image the one that did follow
Me in from the woods in self-pity it wallows
Sweat pours profusely out from the pores
The image behind you is now on the floor
Screaming and shouting but no words were heard
Frightened a zombie with death its concern
I uncover the image the one in the room
Peeling its hood it pictures a fool
I can’t believe this image I see
The image beholding is an image of me
Roles are reversing I’m now on the floor
Desperately trying to get to the door
It’s showing me visions of what I am like
Things deep inside me that I try to fight
The image behind starts to reveal
My future the reasons for wanting to live
Hide I must do from what I am
Have to start running as fast as I can
These visions are shrinking both into one
They melt to the floor both visions are gone
I stagger about shaken and pale
My head is now pounding frightened and frail
Back to the woods is where I must go
Home from a journey, a journey so slow
If you feel lonely distressed or down
Go on a journey see what you find
Find yourself somewhere you won’t believe
That what you find your mother conceived
Any of the visions they could have died
Replace and possess but you stayed alive
You need to believe this is no conspiracy
You have to believe in this deep-seated mystery
Mark Lyth 