A beautiful day of frolic and play,
walking Willie and Lady along the way. 
Rin their master, a lover of dogs, 
finds solace and comfort with them in the bogs.
Their play lasted longer than Rin was aware; 
night fell upon them… to be anywhere but there.
The path seemed more narrow and darker than dark, 
the dogs now they cower and stopped barking their bark. 

  The willowy winds creep all through the night 
and demons they plot their most dreadful of frights;
Clouds slowly scud cross the moon all aglow, 
the eerie sight limns ghostly doom from below.
Nocturnal beasts bellow night's eerie cries 
as fear now engulfs the chance passersby. 
The nidus it cracks, as its hoard is released, 
to swarm the unwary and begin their blood feast. 

  Rin quickens their pace, but then a sudden stop 
as bushes are rustled and a twig's heard to pop.
What looms ahead, behind and aside, 
the danger is certain, who else may have died?
Willie he whimpers, Lady she whines, 
Rin freezes in panic, for a safe berth she pines.
No glimmer of light, no star filled with hope,
no knight on a horse, is a hero nearby…? nope.

 She picks up her puppies, and slowly she strides; 
hoping to distance herself from her plight.
The noises, they cluster, they near and increase, 
the predator surrounds them she fears their decease.  
Now running in terror her dogs bark in fear, 
the marauder moves closer and ever so near.
Alas over taken their demise it is sure, 
she screams as she turns… it’s her husband in fur.