The Hills Of Doom

A Dark Poem

　

crisp cool day in the late month of May

alling emblems all around with a song

an old indian was killed in those hills

one lone survivor by his side was left insane popping pills

　

so I ventured out on my own to see

cascading beautiful hills with thick trees

a waterfall overlooked the cave of the unknown

so I loosened my load and sat

　

was suddenly approached by a small bob cat

tenderly affectionate but it wouldn't be long

nature's beckoning call asunder with water

a clear fountain gushing out of the river below

　

there was a stranger who approached me

he told me he would kill me but that didn't thrill me

Until he put the nine to my head he pulled the trigger but nothing came out

so I would fight with this crazy man

　

hitting each other for a long time until

his face turned into a skull,

suddenly his mighty grip loosened and ran into the woods

left me screaming at that demon

　

perhaps this is how the indian died

I thanked God I was still very much alive

so I carried on with a song

going on for the ride