GalacticToast

The howling wind gives me quite a scare

Growling wanting me to move like a twisted game of truth or dare

Bearing its teeth it creeps close

Grabbing my cloak as red as a rose

I run

But it found this game to be much fun

It ran faster like a bullet that had been shot from a gun

I fell

I gained closer the beast from hell `

Its teeth clenched around my throat 

staining its translucent coat 

The beast ignores my cries

The life leaves my eye

Taking my breath of life 

I take my leave to the afterlife