Rumbling skies they are creeping over,
Black hands, they are making me feel colder
Its not even sadness, its another matter
Its a pair of dog tinted spectacles..
And I'm afraid of the bark.

Belongs to the category of Shivering Verses
Welcome, never met you here, but it's a promising start of something which
seems to be incomplete. Am I right?
So, waiting for more!