Of a starlit winters' night,

A light shining from far above,

A light so cold....

Yet bright.

 

Through the skeletons of dormant trees,

A moonbeam slithers through.

Shining, as on far away seas,

It always shines here too.

 

But hark!  A form is lurking there,

So still it blends with shadows.

I lift my eyes and cry 'despair!'

To find what's in the shadows.

 

Is it a thing, a monster, a ghoul?

I cannot but only guess!

It could be that I'm a fool,

To even think of such a mess.

 

It moved!  Oh, god!  It moved again!

I pray, what can it be?

Oh God, dear God, am I still sane?

My mother says,

'Tis me, tis me'.