In the dark and hidden back alleys
Toward the long forgotten glen
I come unbidden and without warning
To remind the world again.
I am the fear that creeps upon you when you least suspect
The chill that makes shudder.
I am that nameless terror you’ve heard in myth
Whose name you fear to utter.
Focus forward, push onward yet and feel
The biting winds that howl around you, that make it plain.
That I am very real.
And I am coming, oh yes, I am coming.
-A bit of whimsy, nothing more.