Softly I step from my humble abose
To shrieks and tears, even joy
For no mighty being does it ever bode
Well in front of me to try

They say I'm made of wisps of dark
I believe in no such thing
For some I'm the song of the lark
The freedom from their being

For some the instantaneous crash
And a long, sullen stretch for some
For some a bright white flash
Sometimes a life that comes undone.

My head is full of dark and sin
Of every mortal being
The face of every kith and kin
And every hope unseen.

My heart is a clock
And its heartbeat is the ticks
I watch like a hawk
As each life clicks

I am the danger you never know
The escape you never see
For no matter how alert you are
I tread silently.