Harvest

Brocken Spectre

middle of nowhere
the end of may
taking a stroll
on a beautiful day
went to the hillside
and followed the ridge
into the landscape
into a hitch

"what is the matter"
I said to myself
"you are alone
no one else is here"
but the further
I went I got
more suspicious
that I was not

I won't say
I am paranoid
but something's lurking
in the empty void
perespiration
heart in mouth
it's moving faster
I turn around

the ghoul of grey
is greeting me
roaming the mountains
in a haze
engulfed in a halo
his rainbow cage
roaming the mountains
in a haze

If I didn't know
any better than this
I'd never dare to turn my back

the ghoul of grey
is greeting me
roaming the mountains
in a haze
engulfed in a halo
his rainbow cage
roaming the mountains
in a haze