The Pale Thing
The thin creature
Deathly pale, like death itself
So familiar, so similar to you or I
but not–hell-bent
Its image burnt onto my eye
The pale thing
Curious, insidious
Is it any wonder that it’s after me?
I do not know, don’t ask me why.
You and I, we must hide
We must go, far away
Into darkness for eternity
(Lest the pale thing come for me)