Nightfall

Nightfall and fog off the lake lands. The ghostly touch of a cold and icy hand fills you full of fear and loathing. Creature of the night where are you going? I follow your shadow through the dark and cloudy night like a black widow for the love of your life. There is a whole lot of mystery to your prowling and howling. My web quivers as the wind blows across the river but I am silent approaching the stranger. In the Nightfall and fog off the lake lands like the touch of a ghostly cold hand and a deadly kiss leaves nothing left for you at all in the Nightfall.