Autumn mist hung in the air heavy, close to the ground, A sense or foreboding, hair stands on end, almost no sound. A footstep behind you thud, as it hits the ground, You want to look forward, keep looking ahead but you look around...
Autumn mist hung in the air heavy, close to the ground, A sense or foreboding, hair stands on end, almost no sound. A footstep behind you thud, as it hits the ground, You want to look forward, keep looking ahead but you look around...