Curse Walk

I've got to walk these woods alone, past a graveyard to get home. Sun's going down, the shadows getting long, I hear the whippoorwill sing its song. In the dark my eyes adjust, but what I see I do not trust. A twisted face in an old dead tree, with weeping eyes he stares at me. Wait, what's that sound behind my back, could someone be following my tracks? I look around and there's no one there, but there's laughter in the air. I was not a superstitious man, but when a gypsy grabbed my hand, her face went pale and she stepped away. "My Son, you're cursed," she said to me, "Your fate is sealed nowhere to flee, you'll die tonight if not this very day." Day is gone and night is here, and though I'm scared my goal is clear. I have to make it home alive, to rid this curse and survive - But that graveyard is near and I'm crippled with fear, I see the tombstones around the bend. And the voices of doom sing and eerie tune that carries in the wind. Well I run through the graveyard as fast as I can, and something reaches out and grabs my hand. It's the gypsy from this afternoon, but now she's got a cat and a broom - And she lunges a me with the crazy eyes, I push her back and to my surprise, She falls feet first in an open grave, i think my life just got saved. Well I made it home without a scratch, I closed the door and turned the latch, and when I catch my breath I'll be ok. Looking out the window to ease my mind, I see a light back in the pines, and it looks like it's heading this way.