A cold and lonely moonlit night
Plays on a child’s every fright.
A whistling wind there, a shadow here
Amplifies a child’s fear.
Cold dead leaves crunch underfoot,
The child trips on a gnarly root.
The trees are demons, hiding a beast
Hungry for his little boy feast.
Tears stream down the child’s face
His body stuck, frozen in place.
The demons are coming, he hears their calls
As they issue forth from Darkness Falls.
The child runs fast, to mountains end.
Chills down his spine, the demon’s send.
Closer now, the beasts draw near,
Playing off his every fear.
Long curling horns, flaming red eyes,
Ensuring this young boy’s demise.
Hooves made of steel, claws of flame
Weapons used to cut, kill, and maim.
The child backs out onto a ledge,
Rocks and dirt falling over the edge.
The demon’s breath, sticky and hot
Ties his stomach into a knot.
The boys limbs are seized, his body pulled tight.
His cries ring out, cutting through the black night.
His skin is charred black, his stomach cut wide.
Onto the ground spill all that’s inside.
His skin peels as he crawls slowly away,
His torturing ends with first break of day.
The lead demon, to the rest he calls,
And they throw the small boy off Darkness Falls.
