In the stillness
Hot breath of decay
Dead sky crushing down sweltering
A stinking weight
Oppression
Conversations of carrion
Black waters yawn
Awaiting your misstep
Surrounded by watchful eyes
Driven to the edge
Beyond the blighted shore
A victim of obsession
Drawn into the mire
Hunting for a ghost
Among the flies
Hear them sing
Lips of phantoms
Whispering
From the depths
Fists of bone
Erupt to ensnare
Fallen trees stare
Hungry and vigilant
In the half light
Hope leads the eyes astray
Every shadow concealing
The pale limbs
Dancing out of reach
The beauty of the bog
Claims another wanderer
