The Uncanny

The gloomy tunnel of twilight
Holding secrets locked deep

Ones where not a ray of daylight touch
In fear and secrecy

The whispering twigs, yearning to fill
Empty conversations, with words of no human sense
Where the rocky pinnacles, weep in terror
Tears of horror, trickling down the creeks
And shiver in the cold deathly hallows

With the icy breeze that it clings onto
Only to slowly curdle and thicken blood
Raging in the agony of a restless soul
Its vengeful screams, muffled in the deathly silence

Are the slaps of wrath and fury,
Are the charging torrents of terror
Hungry for my blood-soaked flesh,
True?

Just a mere trick.