Dark; almost desolate
The trees are deep, towering shadows
As I drive
They pass by me slowly
As if they hold more importance
Than scenery
The sky is completely black
And contains a certain emotion
That is held within the fog
That settles down against the pavement,
On the grass-
Surrounds the giant shadows
A small light appears
At my left up ahead
It grows brighter and brighter
Until it separates into two
They shimmer against the gloom
And yet seem to move the moment forward
Some gothic excitement enters
And fills me with friendly despair
As if the world is about to take on disaster
As if it will come to an end