The Chase

I was out for a walk one evenin' night,
when came to me a terrible fright,
I was standing alone on an open lane,
when the night sky darkened and it began to rain...

Trees to my left, trees to my right,
there was no shadows cause there was no light,
I was walking down this haunting path,
when a horror of night unleashed it's wrath...

A snap to my left, a crunch to my right,
was no longer walkin' cause I had taken flight,
the rain was beating upon my brow,
I had to get away, and NOW...

It was coming fast, I could hear it's feet,
my mind was racing, my heart tripled it's beat,
my breath was hard, my pace was fast,
but in this race, could I last...

My lungs were tired, my legs gave way,
my eyes had failed me, my vision gone gray,
I was lost in the wood, fallen off the path,
my odds wern't good, you do the math...

My back ached, my feet were sore,
but still I ran, more and more,
but the creature came, not giving me a chance,
and I faced the facts, this was my last dance...

Into a meadow, out of the wood,
I came to a halt, there it stood,
it had beaten me there, it had won the race,
I was the loser, I had finished last place...

Now, with evil, blood-red eyes,
the werewolf came forward to give me my prize,
the pain was slow but all to soon,
the last thing I saw was the bright full moon...

--Michael Fitzpatrick