If dusk mayhap should find you
On the road ’ere it gets dark,
And owls hoot more often
Than warbles the meadow lark
And up ahead, before you creeps
A cloying and deepening fog
You know you must be brave to pass
The haunted Darkenbog.
You’ve heard the old ones whisper
The chilling tales of yore
Of haints and bogies, goblins too…
Of trolls, evil souls and more.
The witch that turns slow children
Into bugs and slug-eating frogs
She too awaits to kidnap you
In the deep and dank Darkenbog.
The bridge ahead you’ve often crossed
With impunity, sun shining bright.
But now far from town, the sun has gone down
And alone, you shiver with fright.
You’ve been warned what can happen to dawdlers
And so you don’t walk, you don’t jog.
No, you sprint for that bridge for you know that you may
Fall prey to the cold Darkenbog.
You’re heart’s filled with fear for you’re sure that you hear
Something wheezing but still keeping pace.
Something hidden from view, still you know it sees you
And you know that you’re losing the race.
The bridge drawing near, you’re just about there
You can now hear a splash as it slogs
Up onto the path and you feel your foot grabbed
You’re hauled screaming into Darkenbog.
You awaken to hear something really quite near
But you sit very still just the same.
From a ways down the path you can hear children laugh
And you hear someone calling your name.
As you open your mouth your tongue lashes out
And snares a slug sharing your log
You want to go home but you know beyond doubt.
Your home’s now the cold Darkenbog