Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

While I slept,

while I dreamed,

the beast it did visit me,

it showed me things,

I wished not to see,

a river of blood,

a valley of darkness,

buried within was my sin,

too late did I cry,

for I was already gone,

the beast has my seedling,

the beast has my soul,

so run dear reader,

keep far away,

because it is coming,

the beast,

is here to stay.