While walking through my dark garden
I hear a voice and whisper "pardon?"
I listen close but no reply
Was it the wind passing by?
I bend down to pull at a thistle
I swear to god I heard a whistle
"Who's there?" I say, louder than before
"This whispering is becoming quite a bore"
Just then I think I hear a twig snap
I strain to see but in darkness I'm wrapped
The air grows still....and then a crack
I feel a push into my back
I spin around to catch the trickster
Thinking that this has to be my sister
Then out of the corner of my eye
I see a shadow pass me by
I grow cold and my hair stands straight
Who is here? And what's my fate?
I drop my flowers and run to the gate
Looking back I see it wait.....
Is it foe or is it friend?
The feelings I have are not pretend
I was left feeling like this was the end
I stumble and trip over a stone
I think I may have broken a bone
My vision blurs and my side is stinging
I feel something warm pouring out of me
My head hurts and my ears are ringing
Oh my god I feel like I'm sinking
In my dark garden I now join in their singing