On an open road with no soul in sight,
With no burning light, on a no starry night,
He walked alone with a tune on his lips,
And a spring in his steps, with a sway of his hips.
The quiet street and the chilly air,
The rustle of the leaves, and the sound of a hiss
He stopped dead in his tracks – “Pray, who is there?”
The slither he felt gave his heartbeat a miss.
The dark of the night crept into his head,
As he longed for the comfort of his warm bed.
The shadows of the unknown played with his mind
To run from the demons and leave them far behind.
His eyes saw visions which never were there,
The fear stripped him naked, and lay him bare.
His mouth went dry and his hands started to sweat,
He prayed to his God for he almost tasted death.
He ran into the night chased by fears of his own,
Ghosts, ghouls and spirits who wanted to crush his bones.
He slipped and he fell, yet he never stopped,
Sweat dripping from his brows which he never bothered to mop.
At last he saw his home with a light that shone bright,
He finally knew that it will be alright,
He ran through the gates with his life lit by a spark,
Promising himself he shall never venture into the dark.
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