It was a dark and dreary night, <br />Starless, with wisps of mist <br />Absent shadows for company <br />As I trudged up the mountain track <br />Heading back home with my rucksack. <br />Yesterday I had followed the same path down <br />To look up a dear Joey’s mom <br />From childhood with whom I had grown. <br />Knowing her end was close, she had called my name once <br />As I entered, I knew she was aware of my presence <br />She opened her eyes, smiled wistfully <br />Looked towards me without seeing, feebly <br />Raised an arm as if to bless <br />But she could barely whisper a caress. <br /> <br />In today’s twilight, I am returning, heading home <br />Peering, looking for the next break in the mist <br />I know on the left is a sheer drop <br />On the right the steep mountain crop. <br />I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder <br />An eerie moment, involuntarily I shudder <br />Then shrugging it off I increase my pace <br />Then moments later, another tap <br />I hesitatingly turn around
