Fear of A Child Lost …

Sands, the moor, the long lumber,
Just lonely me traversing the stillness,
Moonless night, sinking space,
Winds whistling in mournful tunes,
My fear of darkness accentuated,
By the sensation of piercing eyes,
An old bearded man so scary,
His hoary, toothless smile I saw,
Every step, closed eyes in fear,
Dim lights far down the distant road,
Bulbs of hope on delicate filament,
Rains lashing, pain so slant,
Slush and mud slow the trudge
Long shadows tracking this gloom.