I’d walked there many, many times
But never in the dark of night,
Black clouds dodging the ghost white moon,
Bright and glaring in deep, stark skies,
Strange light changing the place I knew
Into eerie, alien shapes,
Shades that slid like silent shadows,
Half seen, imagined fantasies,
Slipping from nightmares into real.
The path that I had often trod,
That seemed so normal every day,
Snaked like a weird, enchanted road,
Taking me from the world I knew,
Leading me into the unknown.
I fall into a world of dreams
And nothing now is what it seems