The lamp shines in the park, like the sun on a summer’s day.
The artificial rays, gold and bright, keep the shadows away.
A child skips, humming a tune, home waiting ahead.
The glow flickers, whispering all the nightmares she’s read.
Doe eyed, her vision strains into the dark.
As a snap echoes throughout the icy park.
“Who’s there?” Her shaky words meet with silence.
A shadow looms, threatening blood and violence.
The lamb spirits towards the light, monster in toe.
She turns around, all that’s left, footsteps in the snow.