A Town Called Eerie

Into the town called Eerie,
I ventured one fateful night.
Little did I know or expect,
True horror's dark foresight...

Badly injured and seeking help,
That evening so wet and gray.
I'd hit and run a kid cyclist,
Now cowardly running far away. 

I drove down a red tendril road,
Through a harsh lightening storm.
Passing a child who stared at me,
So strange, odd, so not the norm.

Suddenly it became much colder,
The deeper I drove in this place.
The few souls I passed all glared,
At me each with a hostile face.

I found a dismally light hospital,
Staggering in I shouted for attention.
It was deathly quiet as a tomb,
Not expecting the revelation to come.

I looked into an adjoining room,
Saw God and the devil playing chess.
The devil then looked up at me,
Then a leering smile he did express

Then found myself in a graveyard,
So pitch black I had to strike a flame.
Looking down I saw a new gravestone,
Now terrified for on it was my name.

The truth now dawned upon me,
My fate now so deservedly sealed.
Today's date also cruelly inscribed,
In cold granite stone coldly revealed.

A black hooded figure I see now,
The Grim Reaper whom I can't flee.
Death's soul harvester here to collect,
His skeletal hand now beckoning me.

The graveyard wind loudly howled,
Of dark secrets and rotted dreams.
For in this town called Eerie,
Nothing is as what it seems...