They Always Fall Down.
Darkness falls and drags down fear
As birds take flight from weary trees.
The wind it talks in groaning tones
of howling sighs and mournful pleas.
A house it stands in shadows deep
Its windows dusty, watching eyes.
The door flaps open in the wind
And from the depths a woman cries.
The girl, a maiden of dark hair
of golden skin and panting breath,
runs from the house as terror brings
impending doom and violent death.
Her eyes convey the frightful truth
Her mouth is twisted in a scream.
She cannot speak of what she's heard
Nor tell a soul of what she's seen.
Her life she carries in her hands
as through the woods she runs in haste.
The branches seem to hold her back
As twigs and leaves they stab her face.
Behind her sounds of laughter come
A manic screech of evil glee.
The darkness of all hell is loose
and living things must hide and flee.
"Oh help me please!" the woman screams
as breath unholy taints the air.
A hand does thrust from shadows deep
Its bloody nails they scratch and tear.
She runs so fast this shrieking girl
as crows they scream from seething sky.
and as the clouds make angry sounds
the moon it hides its fearing eye.
It cannot look at what will come
and drags a cloud across its face,
as down below the girl she weakens
and the beast increases pace.
But just as all hope seems to wane
and death is certain as the night
a road ahead comes into view
a welcoming and hopeful sight.
The lights of cars bring slight relief
maybe a haven can be found
but as she steps up to the road
she trips and falls onto the ground.
The beast it laughs with devilish glee
then reaching down, he grabs her hair
and with a howl of dark intent
he drags her screaming to his lair.
The crows they form a mournful group
In resignation they make no sound
They know what happens in scenes like this..
The girl who runs, she always falls down.