Shadows moving through the darkness br Black is the night for added stress br An eerie glow from the forest beyond br A silky mist rising from a nearby pond br Strange sounds echoing off the trees br The sharpness of the night's cool breeze br Cuts through me like a razer sharp knife br I try to run for fear of my life br It's coming closer, I can see it br I run faster and faster and try to beat it br It catches up and looms over me br I close my eyes so I cannot see br It's breathe across my face is so thick br The smell of it makes me sick br I can no longer run and hide br I must face this fear trapped inside br I have to take a stand and hit it head on br I open my eyes and find it all gonebr br Sharon Ashworthbr br