The Thing by Leslie
Asbury
All alone.
Out there all by yourself.
Out in the cold, dark fog
That engulfs a sleepless night.
You're walking alone,
Surrounded by the dense fog,
And the dark shadows of the night.
Slowly it creeps up behind you,
Comes up beside you,
And then you realize
It's surrounding you.
Standing there all alone,
Not knowing what's happening,
As it engulfs you in its dark emptiness.
You wonder what's happening,
When this Thing,
this power surrounding you,
Is something called fear.
