I walk down the dark road alone,
Stepping over fallen limbs of
In the distance, a wolf howls.
I dread the beast's hunger and
The pack it follows.
My face grows warm and
My heart pumps harder as
Terror fills my soul.
As my stride grows faster
So does his and
I feel the stranger coming closer.
I trip over one limb I did not see
And my mind races;
Thinking of all the goblins and ghouls
Lurking in the brush following this dark road.
Of the wolf pack, now insane with hunger,
Hunting down an innocent and unsuspecting
Of the snow white mouse running in fright
From the talons
Of an evil owl.
As the footsteps halt just an inch behind me,
My heart gives an audible reaction
As it is aware this is the end.
A cool hand on my shoulder pulls me to my feet.
My legs are like jelly
and I shiver as the shadowy figure pulls me towards him.
And, in that moment,
As I look him in his cold, dead eyes,
I know just what true fear is.
For this stranger is a true stranger to me;