There's a dark lonely road,
out there somewhere I'm told,
in a forest as dark as the night.
Hunting there is a beast,
that's killed a hundred at least,
and it rises when the moon is just right.
You must travel this way,
near the end of the day,
to get back to your safe cozy home.
Here fear is born,
as the crackling leaves warn,
that soon the beast will roam.
But through the woods you do pass
but your car runs out of gas,
and your car rolls to a creaking halt.
Just beyond the hill,
where the forest lies still,
the beast rises from its stone cold vault.
You swear you hear cries,
as the light of day dies,
and you force yourself to step on to the road.
The autumn night will begin,
and the world will close in,
and the forest will feel deathly cold.
The stars in the skies,
herald the full moon's rise,
and it's power gives the beast a thirst.
It moves through the trees,
and as it lumbers it sees,
the victim that will be its first.
It is you that it spies,
with its bright yellow eyes,
and it drools at the thought of your taste.
It howls to the moon,
cause it knows that soon,
it will feast and lay you to waste.
On the wind the howl rides,
and it grips you inside,
and you pick up the pace of you stride.
Your heart will pound,
as you hear a thumping sound,
and for you there is no place to hide.
You hear the growl, but you don't to see.
You say out loud, “God it's coming for me!”
You run and run gasping for air
and the growls and howls come from everywhere.
Gasping and crying, “Please help me,” you call
running in panic you stumble and fall.
You try to get up, but your legs will not hold,
and you lay there shivering from the fear and the cold.
The beast breaks through the trees and its ready to rend,
your shivering body from end to end.
You awaken in bed,
still full dread,
and your throat still holds a scream.
Your heart is pounding,
and your panting compounding,
the feeling it was more than a dream.
And I will say,
on a gray day
here in the middle of fall,
Happy Halloween
and when you dream
let there be nightmares for all.