Lost Beginnings

Goosebumps rise on chilled flesh fine hair stirred by flowing breeze tingling chill runs up the spine fear gives rise to pounding heart eyes would pierce the dark of night starlight to faint with to see feet to seek the path to take before the beginnings of the morning light thin wisp of clouds within the night blur the stars in glittering night thoughts half known now are lost unsure of what was once known head does turn to have half sounds eyes do peer with unseeing fear does give to unknown forms with roots of darkness that pierce the soul one does seek what must be that will come in morning light in the dawning of new day then must one flee away how to quest within the night with out knowledge to take flight find the path that must be followed in the morning light mist does form in chilling air as cold droplets kiss the skin growing clouds obscure all sight cold dread is all that’s known