The Thing In The Darkness

The night air's chill, and thick with fear.
Can't see a thing, but I know something's here.
It's lurking in the darkness,
Seething with hunger and hate.
It's moving toward me; I feel it drawing near.

I look all around, but there's no place to hide,
So I start to run with my eyes opened wide.
It's chosen me as prey,
Making a terrible sound,
Its teeth and claws flash, and I feel terrified!

Now my time's up, this I cannot deny,
Back's against the wall and my luck's run dry.
It's ripping into me,
Striking the killing bite.
My screaming breaks the silence as I die.

Copyright 1986 by Eric P. Peterson


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