It was a dreary summer’s night
And yet I felt the chill
As book in hand I sat, determined to finish
By force of sheer will
Sitting back, with a flute of champagne in hand
My thoughts drifted to a distant land
A land, barren of life, the darkness looming like an ever extending wall
And yet a shriek tore through the silence, perhaps an eldritch call?
And a presence felt all around me, sinister in its nature
What chased after me, thirsting for my blood, what paranormal creature?
And run I did, as the shriek tore my world at the seams
Oh, wake I must from this nightmare, for this was surely a dream!
I have been running for quite a while now, perhaps a year or four
Towards the wall of darkness, still looking for a door!
The supernatural being grows closer, its shriek still ringing through the air,
And before my inevitable death, I have decided to do what I think fair
And so I assure you, oh reader, this poem the ones who see
Will not live a luxurious life, Nay! They shall join me!
For I will bear this not alone, no sir! I refuse!
So when you join me in this eerie place, perhaps we could form a truce?
And you and I shall run together, away from inevitable demise
Bound to this sorrowful fate, tears shall forever flow from our eyes