The Mystery

In the darkness of the night,

The wind howls with all its might.

The trees sway and creak,

As if they have secrets to speak.

The silence is shattered by a sound,

A footstep, soft and slow, on the ground.

A figure emerges from the shadows,

Moving towards me with a purpose that grows.

I cannot see the face of this stranger,

But I sense danger, a feeling that lingers.

My heart races with every step they take,

As if it knows what is at stake.

I try to run, to escape this fate,

But my feet seem to have lost their gait.

I am trapped, like a prey in the wild,

With no hope of being reconciled.

The figure draws closer with each passing breath,

I can feel their gaze piercing through my flesh.

I close my eyes, waiting for the end,

Wondering if this is the last bend.

But suddenly, the figure stops in its track,

And I hear a voice, deep and dark.

"Do not be afraid," it says,

"I have come to offer you a way."

I open my eyes, confused and scared,

But the figure is gone, and I am spared.

I wonder what this could mean,

As I walk away, my heart still keen.

The suspense lingers, the mystery deepens,

As I ponder what fate has given.

For in the darkness of the night,

Anything can happen, anything can ignite.