On A Cold Winter's Night (Poem)

A single light shines on an empty street.
My body is trembling with fear.
I'm gasping to fill my lungs with air.
Turning my back to the black sky,
I wonder if he's only a few minutes behind.
He is a demonic spirit in a man's attire
who is after my life at this time.
I peer into the darkness, anticipating
the moment his eyes catch sight of me.
hope begins to take root in my heart.
What if he gave up the chase?
Maybe I'm free from this man's blood lust?
All these thoughts I soon clear away.
I must stay focused on escaping from him.
As it came time to begin my flight again,
my eye notices something in the distance.
A shadow of the demon appeared in the light.
It broke the plane for only an instant.
Yet I know he has finally arrived.
I begin to run erratically, consumed by fear,
Soon my weariness starts to take a toll on me.
Panting, sweating I start to slow down.
Finally I have no energy to go on.
As my exhausted body falls to the ground,
I can only wait in terror of what is to come.
A footstep can be heard in the distance
slowly approaching, lavishing every moment.
The demon has caught its weakened prey.
The last thing I see are his maroon eyes
as I ascend into the dark midnight sky.