There is a lane,
so beautiful by day,
yet the dark steals it beauty far away.
Replaced by something only death holds dear, so oppressive thick with fear.
Once wide it shrinks when it has you inside, you cannot go back its behind you to the side & waiting for you at the end there is nowhere to hide.
Screams fill the air , the hedges shake violently something is there.
The one street light now dies its the stuff of dark dark fairytales.
The air is cold like the harshness of a snow storm in the depths of winter i would see my own breath i...