I walked the path of darkness
Down along Carver’s Creek
The smell of blood was in the air
And murder it did reek.
The cold damp ground was steamy
A thick fog filled an eerie night
The full moon howled black magic
And ahead of me gleams a knife.
It was covered in blood and stuck in mud
The bright red was fresh and sticky
Off to the right in the dark moonlight
Lay a townie we called Mickey.
The old dog cut up hastily
Stabbed 9 times had no hand
Jaw was tattered head been splattered
The body dumped on to the sand.
Mickey was the gambling type
He played the odds to the hilt
I reckon he was a late payee
And got waged to an ended tilt.
I thought about his wife and family
The words Sheriff Brown had to say
Twigs started snappin’ heart was clappin’
A cold murderer still at bay.
I jerked from fright this foggy night
When the noises came from the trees
I looked over to see who is spyin’ me
A large creature stood silently.
Black and hairy with eyes like a wolf
And a mouth that drools burning spit
Out of the flash hissed an ugly laugh
Standing in fire the Fiend just lit.
I tried to run but feet don’t move
And though it really seems
Satin is comin’ towards me
So glad this all’s a dream.