• I see a mystery far ahead
    I ask: This mist is a sign of life or death?
    A mischievous grin approaching my path
    Not hunger, nor happiness, not even wrath

    It smiles at me with a bloody eye
    Clotting blood and impaired sight
    A mouth of veins and charmless scales
    A venomous fang that never fails

    It is a mystery from the future, I say
    Dawning upon me this fine May,
    Run further, run more, run more
    Its clutches are an excruciating store
    and what lies ahead is a mystery...
    for we do not know.