The dancing of flame, the flickering lights.
Housed underfoot, trapped until night.
Shadows draped in infinite black,
Pull to the finite, ready, attack.
For the darkness of night is a harrowing mistress,
A piece of her with you at all times, trust this.
Those stories and tales of people gone missing,
No clues, no body, no nothing, dismissing.
To find what sits beneath your nose,
Under your foot...
