Wandering at night
Through mist and darkness
A cold chill arises
Filling your mind with false awareness
Looking around,
Not seeing anything
The back of your mind,
Telling you theres something there
Believing your eyes,
Ignoring your mind
Being dropped like a dime,
By something that saw, heard, and smelt you,
About 500 yards away,
Too bad you believed your eyes
Instead of your mind.