A gothic ballad

Shadows burn
with desolation
red-eyed faces
drift within
footfalls echo
in the ruins
the game has started
once again.

Will you be a preditor?
will you become prey?
will you find the strength
to find another way?

Another desperate spirit
sliding through the night--
running from reality
fighting toward the light
What are you escaping?
that brings you to the edge
is the hell you left behind
as bad as the one just ahead.

Will you be a preditor?
will become prey?
Will you stay a phantom
in a universe of grey?

Little Runaway--
runaway--
the darkness
is coming out to play--