When the light was far and the vision hazy,
You kept treading on a wet path.
It was cold, almost unwalked.
The glooming dark and eerie silence,
The repeated chants inside your heart,
did little good to the swelling unrest.
You kept humming.
You kept advancing.
The whistling wind did creep from behind,
and the ominous feeling did slither around.
Shhhhh..no sound was made.
The cold sweat trickled down your neck.
But, you did not stop.
You waded through the knee deep water.
A hand did try to pull you down,
You did not resist this time,