Walk quickly, don't turn around,
Those creaking twigs can mean no good.
The night is full of many sounds,
Run faster, you know you should.
What follows you on this dark night,
What makes your heart want to burst.
Trying to reach the lone street light,
Your throat dry with a terrible thirst.
There is no moon to light your way,
Nothing to illumine what gives you fear.
Dark moon you turn strong legs to clay,
And cause strong men to shed a tear.
9/22/10 Alton Texas
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