While golden light takes on a grayer tone
The loss of sun the loss of easy sight
Humans were never meant to be alone
In darkest woods strange creatures wake at night
The flashlight hangs from string on his backpack
He takes it in his hands as darkness comes
The woods close in around his lonely track
There are a myriad of strange outcomes
That could in darker hours come to pass
He’s running under trees of shifting shapes
He loses speed while crossing the morass
He should not stop and yet he does and gapes
A fluttering a shadow moves and then
He vanishes and is not seen again