Dark Night

Black clouds cover darkened skies,
Overhead, the spirits fly,
Mocking, taunting, in silent wait,
This cursed dream is my soul's bait.

Running, frozen in the woods,
My life was sold, like valued goods,
I regret my actions and repent my spell,
For now I'm headed straight for hell.

I trip and now I'm good as dead,
They're closing in and seeing red,
I'm running out of golden time,
My life is hanging on the line.

And, as they touch me from behind,
I weep, myself, for all mankind,
For all mankind shall feel this pain,
I lie there, weep, and die in vain.