Terror in the Night

He peels off his mask and leans in close

To whisper of all the things he has to boast.

And I know he’s come for me and mine

To twist up my corpse like braided twine.

His eyes gleam white and pale

His mouth screams a ghostly gale.

To the woods I run, to dash and flee

To knock against rough bark and tree.

Quick and nimble, jump a fallen log.

In mud knee deep, skirt the hollow bog.

Footfalls yell as he runs, he chases

My pulse through the black, he traces.

I dare not look back to see,

How close he is to me.

And as I near the vast lake,

My life his sharp blade to take

And burry deep down in red,

Then in the lake lay to bed.

I scream and trash against this doom

My cries lost with the call of the loon.