Down the lonely road at night
With no stars in the curtain black,
The weary man stumbles along
Fear breathing down his back.
The dangers hide in every shadow
Waiting for their chance to strike.
His heart pumps in a thunderous roar,
Rolling to a fevered spike.
A whisper in the wind catches him,
And he cries out in paralyzing fear.
His hindered sight looks all about
Searching the dark to make things clear.
In his haste, the man trips and falls,
The rocks digging deep and bringing blood.
The pain sharpens his senses,
And he wipes off the sticky mud.
A glint of sharpened cold steel
Flashes in the deepening dark.
He grunts against the numbing pain
And pushes himself unto his feet.
A flare of relief ignites in his chest
Vowing his fear to defeat.
But that chance shall never come
As the cold knife comes closer still.
Its sharp edge flashing ice,
Longing for that coming kill.
About the Creator
Jacob Johnson
Just a small-town boy who dabbles in a little bit of everything, especially things that concern reading and writing
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