A brief poem warning about the consequences of walking alone at night.
A rash of lazy stars glimmer above
These cold and quite lonely lands
With a bleached skull satellite peering down
I begin to walk over the sands
These sands that extend before me and past
Loose grains catching at my feet
Each trying their best to pull me below
To where the dark is complete.
Suddenly, I find, I can't pull myself free
The sand now set like a stone
And now I'm regretting my foolish desire
To walk on this beach here alone
It was safe here, I remembered, during the day
When the sea was both remote and calm
But now that it's dark and the waters are close
I'm beginning to feel quite alarmed.
Like a granular snake, it's swallowing me whole
I'm cold but I'm covered in sweat
And the waters are rising and I still can't break free
And the beach is deserted but yet
I'm now feeling resigned to what surely must come
With my arms both now clutched to me tight
So I'm closing my eyes, for this very last time
And giving myself back to the night.