Fear crept behind my eyes
As I looked to my crystal ball;
Fog swarmed around the glass
And would not show what I’d befall.

Fear then crept down my shoulders
As my nails drug and scratched,
But no matter how I abused the surface
I saw nothing behind the glass.

The fog trickled from the globe,
Becoming breath to wild anxiety.
Then fear crept to my spirit
And took hold of my sanity.