A WALK IN THE DARK PARK

Lonely, Alone and Surrounded,
In a path almost shrouded,
By the darkness of the night.
Lead by the stars and moonlight,
Yet you cannot see
Beyond the silhouette of the tree.
All those things unheard and unseen
Come to haunt from the dark green.
You cannot tell what lives
Or what stalks you behind the leaves.
Yet you can feel the branches hide
All the watching souls of the nide.
Fear raises the hair in your neck,
How vulnerable you are in the back.
Ah, Who would you turn to in this time
When no one listens to your mime.

Only with faith does one survive
This fear in the heart's rive.