There’s a sound, stare into the darkness,

Footsteps are there, listen to the crunching of leaves.

What’s in the dark,? can you see that it’s real,

Does it watch you as you try to see, can it smell your fear.?

From the darkness it moves closer but much to dark,

Out of the darkness it is you who cannot step.

Feel it as you know it is there, you know that it stares,

Your eyes are open but only for you, darkness is everywhere.

What is it that haunts the one whom lives in the dark,?

Could it be all the sounds that you do not see.

From the darkness you cannot wander,

From the darkness you cannot be.

Keith Garrett