midnight spider

It is the type of coldness that reaches into my bones, as if my heart were a door left wide open to the icy wind, slamming only to open again. The only thing to do is keep moving, keep heading toward home and the steady warmth of the hearth. The sky is rolling blanket of cloud the colour of wet ash, and the ground its dank reflection. Each step becomes a prayer for home as we walk, seeing the light from the doorway in our flickering daydreams, letting it become more real than the stormy night.. and as i was going home to relax and maybe talk to the avengers on zoom, from the darkest dephs, from the unknown, i sw him, staring right at me, with those cold and dark eyes, it was the green goblin, ready to fight again, he went in for the throwing of the pumpking bomb to explode me.. but as it rolled towards me, i stood there, i stood there still, for i knew that his plan would get reversed, and when it exploded, the explosion did explode near him, but as i watched the smoke vannish into thin air, i saw him, again standing there, staring at me.... and laughing like a maniac...