The Dark Edge Of The Unknown Poem by Keelie Smith

Walking down a broken road
Wind swirls, trees sway,
Keeping the shadow hounds at bay
Darkness creeps,
Getting closer, closer,
Until you can feel their musky breath on your neck
The sickening sound of their howls,
Like strangled cries, pleading for your help,
Terrified, but still you don’t run
Because if you run nothing can stop them
It is only a game
If you run you die,
If you stay to fight,
You might not make it till the end of the night
In the dark edge of the unknown