The Groke

a freezing white mist hangs around her silhouette
 the leaf-ge trembles as the garden holds its breath
 in the cold night she is gliding towards the light
 that cold empty gaze in her face it is not all right
 she strides up to the window
 the lamplight falls on her face
 her sudden appearance shatters the atmosphere
 indifference beyond comprehension causes fear
 we are scared little creatures, we hide from her strange eyes,
 fearing her great loneliness will taint our lives
 she strides up to the window
 the lamplight falls on her face
 why is she so cold and lonely?
 no one really knows, she only
 makes me feel uneasy
 she strides up to the window
 the lamplight falls on her face
 she backs off from the window
 she floats back into the night