Steve Mckee

In darkest woods he wandered,
one moonless stormy night.
The tree limbs made him shiver
reaching out through lightning's light.

The thunder rumbled its deep warning
and spoke of dreadful things;
for he was out on Halloween
with all its dark heart brings.

His path led through the woods for miles
and eyeballs watched him travel;
He could feel their wicked smiles
while trying hard not to unravel.

Would he live another hour
or would dark forces take him down?
Would they this traveler overpower?
Did he hear hoof beats on the ground.

The thunder clapped the lightening flashed.
The tree limbs reached to slap at him;
He heard the evil cackle while
all his senses seemed to dim.

The rain was in his face now
as the storm just seemed to grow;
he was lying on his back
and how, he didn't know.

The fear engulfed his total being
he couldn't even speak
and all the evil he was seeing
only served to make him weak.

He jerked awake and saw beside him
another frightened form.
Somehow they both were now
together in this awful storm.

He looked at her beside him
and said with eyes quite wide;
I don't feel like sleeping out,
I think I'll go inside!