The cold dark road, smothered in fog
crawling with darkness running at you.
When the wolves howl, the echo flows
down the road like a fluttering raven with
its wing's brushing past. with every step,
the fog welcomes you, spreading and
wrapping its little white hands around you
drawing you closer. opening your mouth
in protest, only to bemet with a finger
pressed against your lips. Cold, ice, yet
so beautiful she takes you little by more.
Sharp wispers sweep through your ears
and clinch to your soul, like a fly in a web.
Slowly stiff you turn, paralyzed, vulnerable
as the air itself. The voice so beautiful
and overwelming that everything else
goes away as she cradles you to sleep
I would really like to get some feedback on how you think it is and im open to opinions on further writing's