A Walk In the Park After Dark

I like walking in the park just so long as it's not after dark Because when it is it bristles with a sordid air of unease and other worldly risk So much so even the familiar leaves strike trepidation and turn giants into fish-moths And what lunar light is not eclipsed bends perilously into creeping shadows jostling for attention with the flickering street lamp just about to pop And running isn't even an option as the grass doth seem to come alive to panting and deep breath and swages onto your shoe laces No space or corner is safe to retreat to it's as if the nether regions of the underworld have rose up to come and play hell Gothic is an understatement even the church steeple seems to be moving further and further away it's almost out of sight And my watch has somehow stopped or maybe time has itself so I do not know how long it is till the sun comes up