It is writhing and twisting,
Spindly black,
Like spider legs dancing.
Ah, ‘tis back.

I am flung to the corner,
Clutching burnt grass,
Old anxiety resurfaces;
It shall not pass.

Ice crystallizes upon windowsill,
Thirty below zero-
Freezing’s overkill.
Every orifice, sharp as acid.
Wilt It leave
If I seem placid?

Cold shatters dainty glass,
Unsuspecting souls on floors.
It's rasping, ominous drones
Threaten me once more.

Beckoningly, It encircles the air,
Materializing hither, thither,
Descending nearer, nearer,
Evoking utter despair.

The phantasm seeks at night,
Limbs, ethereal and drawn tight.
Victims’ emaciated faces
Chill the marrow of bones
It enjoys the desolate, the alone.

The monstrosity multiplies,
Feeding guiltless, raw life
The hellish tempers of the sea.
They begin a macabre chant;
Hope, I have naught- I surrender on one knee.

Hooded enigmas shift nearer,
Ragged cloaks trailing and take flight.
My thoughts are scattered:
Where is mine Savior to rid mine plight?

This torment, could this be
An illusion, a farce, just for pretend?
No, surely it is real-
Why else would I feel it’s the end?

They have seized me,
Whisking me away,
Though Midnight is waning-
A crack of dawn, a ray of day!

Quivering ceases, I am enlightened;
The hope that I have is mine.
Try, They do, but to no avail.
Oh, there ‘twas, mine Savior, mine sign!

A blinding silver light
Glows ‘cross the sky.
Too elusive to pursue,
Some of Them give in and die.

Others shrill away, repelled,
Their choking, unearthly presence, gone.
It seems I have found my haven,
For yonder is the light of dawn.

The frigid, stale air warms up,
Thawing ice from each crevice of the town,
Diminishing the gray and black.
Everything glistening green and brown.

And followed from that miserable night,
Hung a brilliant, silver light,
So that if we may catch a fright,
‘Twill ward away Their bite.