Such an Eerie Sound to Be Heard

The night has come upon us,

The fog is rolling in,

Crickets have stopped their chirping,

IT is coming to get us again.

The last time we were lucky,

We got away with our skin,

Running so fast yet blindly,

Can't believe he has started again.

We told our tale to all the town folk,

How we were running so fast,

They thought it just a joke,

We knew we couldn't last.

Now all they did was laugh at us,

Made fun of the story we told,

Said that we were brainless,

We needed to be controlled.

Then comes a scream from the nearby forest,

Such an eerie sound to be heard,

Pick out your mount, make it the swiftest,

Make sure he is tightly haltered.

Now off you go into the woods,

To see if you can help,

Their screams are now their loudest,

So much louder than a yelp.

You know you must be closer now,

Your horse has given his best,

You jump off running somehow,

You surely must be blessed.

Now you are, where the screams came from,

But there is nothing to be found,

Everything is so quiet and calm,

Then you look upon the ground,

Many signs of a struggle,

There is blood everywhere,

The scene it is so awful,

Worst than your worst nightmare.

The fog is getting thicker,

You know you must hurry back,

Get out of these woods much quicker,

The darkness is now pitch-black.

But you hear something coming nearer,

You think "not again"

You wish you had some armor,

It is coming from across the glen.

Hurry back to your horse, you think,

He will get you away so fast,

Your courage has started to shrink,

You have to get back to Belfast.

There you will be safe and secure,

You know this for a fact,

The rain has started to pour,

Why hasn't he attacked?

Maybe the rain has slowed him down,

Might have even turned him away,

You better get going ,get back to town,

This is one place you don't want to stay.