Stygian

A dark figure hovers,

Haunting and juddering,

Like a silhouette beforehand,

Before the stygian reaches of night,

Looming over existence,

Can only children fear the dark?

Can only the ocean know loneliness?

A vacancy carved,

Fog lowers and spreads,

Seeping into flesh itself,

A candle set outside the entry,

Warmth just outside reach,

The body unmovable,

The mind aware,

Waiting,

Dreading,

Passing time,

Is this kismet?