Ricktiniver (The Demon)

it's a bucolic scene

in the country

in the spring

and I'm almost lost in the tall grass

a thatched roof cottage beckons me

I crawl towards it and gasp

as I find the hole to hell

upon the journey

like a one way path to destiny

strapped tight to a gurney

I never get to that cottage

and I fear who looms inside there

a silhouette

a shadow man

known as Rick Tiniver

Drawn like a hapless hero

to were the villains dwell

that shady caped dark creature

Like Sandemans from hell

from what dark void you emanate

It fills my soul with dread

as I feel you rattling

underneath my bed

at other times I see your shadow

by my window sill

no face

no smile

and no frown

an entity of hell

I know not what you really are

I only have a name

and place born of another time

I slumber in its chains

when I close my eyes at night

that cottage I do see

and pray that Rick Tiniver

doesn't wait inside

for me.