The passing flare of headlights
Carve through the evening fog
As I roll away
Consumed with fear
Desperately clamoring for home

Shadows ascend pridefully
Parting ways
From the stream of travelers
Their immense hunger boils with vigor
For the warm luxuries beyond

Darkness pools
Alive and obscured
As I cleave the back roads
In flight of sprawling silence

Fellowship glares
Below the hills I’ve claimed
Through the scourge of fallen mist
And the calm treachery of night

Fellowship welcomes
My unseen frame
Grateful and overjoyed
Worn and stale
The very next