Wire

a long dark road is strewn in hair
the nightime speaks: beware, beware!
its voice is chill and wind and shadow
your neck is pricked your heart goes hollow

what lingers on your starry path
some black and bestial aftermath
or else a web of tangled strands
that might form shapes like clutching hands

your breath is caught, you start to choke
the eerie stillness at last is broke
and in your soiled palm you spy
one long thin strand leading inside