Goatman's land

And so, here you are—You and your girl,Crossing the border into Maryland,

Under the shroud of a restless night

From the first breath,The air wraps around you With a strange, unsettling scent—Something rustic, mingling with sweat, A man’s harsh musk, And the biting sting of formalin

It sinks into your skin,Twists inside your head—You feel unease crawling through your veins,

Dizziness tugging at your mind