As I was taking a daily stroll,
Through a forest as dark as the sky.
I could hear still hear a voice, telling me to go home.
Yet, as i tried to push it away,
I gazed ahead at this display.
For who it was,
I was rather unsure.
For what they wanted,
Was a tale to be told.

For they were resting amongst the trees,
Arms pale, from the cold breeze.
For they were staring straight ahead,
With bright blood eyes,
And sharp white teeth.

No grin nor smile,
Were to be seen,
No hello or goodbye,
Could be heard in the night.

I was full of fear,
As they grew near.
I was ready to run,
With the wind in my hair.

Even though i knew so little,
I was worried of the dreadful tales.
Even though i had been here before,
I did not want to have to kill my friend again.
© DarkShadow