Needles of rain hammer down from up high
A storm rages on this darkest of nights
The volatile heavens scream with their might
And thus, the hour of judgement is nigh
All alone in a cabin in the woods
My shotgun is loaded and prepared to burn
On the front porch underneath a lantern
Armed and ready to deliver the goods
I can hear his feet running through the mud
I can feel his eyes glaring white at me
I know he’s coming and that he’s hungry
He is a demon and he wants my blood
Hunted by a beast on a night so grim
With shotgun in hand, I’m ready for him.
19th May 2004
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