Moonlight Walk

Last orders, bells are ringing.
Sup my last by the fire.
I can hear the wind howling,
I hope its the wind.
Creaking floors and screeching hinges,
I bid my farewells.
Into the night, the long walk home.
Streets blinded by Octobers full moon
not watching tonight
I feel its glare.
Long shadows cast ,dancing,chanting.
If the moons the priest, the winds its following
Am I the offering?
The chanting's deafening
The following's howling
I can feel there rain
A thousand knifes in my face.
But wait, whos that?
I here their footsteps
Slow and distant, I hear them quickening
I hasten my pace
As if timed to my pounding heart
Faster faster
but quicker they go
The sweat is pouring, drying the rain from my skin.
My pulse racing, Vision narrowed
My human instincts.
Flight or fight?
Fright so white,
I must be sweating blood,
Their steps so close
I can feel their breath
My hairs on end,
I can see their shadow.
Hand out stretched
They grab my shoulder.
I wheel round to fight, My body coiled
A cornered animal,
Ancient instincts rule.
Eyes narrowed, nostrils flared,
I wait their lunge
But nothing comes.
I wait there puzzled, they're playing games
Then from the darkness comes a voice,
"Excuse me mate, this wallet yours?
Called you out at the pub
but you were gone so fast!"
Who needs monsters,
My imagination's fright enough