The tall trees cast a shadow,
the night is silent and inky,
the white sound of rain,
drums loud in my ear.

I drive by slow,
the road is icy,
so is the air.

Away from home, alone
the dark night haunting,
no one in sight,
my fear heightens.

The car seems heavy,
I am not so lone,
I feel a presence, behind me,
whispering into the night.

I drive slow, the road is icy,
the presence behind me
relaxes and settles.