The mysterious figures linger

underneath the moonlit, starry skies

within the haunting shadows

they quietly whisper lies

“Follow me my dearest, for you seem so very lost”

“this is nowhere to roam alone, for you know not what the cost”

as their pleads ring out in unison

you feel an unnatural allure

you suddenly want to follow

though their intentions seem impure

you can hear the wailing wind and feel yourself fade away

You can no longer imagine what will come in the brightness of the day

each step that takes you forward is one less that’s in the past

but these figures offer you euphoria that is guaranteed to last