As I step into the misty courtyard,
Leaves crunching beneath my boots,
I feel a chilling presence,
It's icy touch blowing through my roots.
A tingling runs up my spine,
My breath is short and sweet.
And lurking deep within the shadows,
Is a figure tall and sleek.

The whispering of the wind,
Echoes through his voice.
And as he cuts the silence,
Souls summon to his choice.
His eyes reflect the moonlight,
And his heart's the pulsing gusts.
For he is the devouring force,
The shadow in our lusts.

Uncle Gusty, just for you!!

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Lupar, in the year 380 AF.