Into The Dark

Into The Dark As the nerves jangle Mood swings tangle Bones shuddering thought To a dangerous and outlandish knot. Scout leaders beware Eyes piercing glare Grave walking goose bumps Arriving with hairy clumps. The devil in disguise? Albeit not all that wise. Tip toes the stew as Nothing gets past you. Jumping without measure Perhaps under pressure Pounds per square inch... Feeling fright from the pinch. Goose bumps now dancing Grand dukes elegantly prancing. As his and hers feet float. Like an Aintree trained goat??? For the brave favouring fortune Risk measures in proportion. Old meg rounding things up... Always that one cumbersome old tup. Hellbent on being stubborn Moods colder than a burn. Tide is now changing Emergency rearranging... Right Quick.... It's your turn. The Bard o Biggar