I was camping with my brother, 

In a clearing off the trail,

When suddenly, I felt the need, to “Drain my holy grail”

I left the tent in silence, 

For my brother was asleep,

And on the clearing’s edge I found an ideal spot to pee

And from that spot I gazed around that clearing with our tent.

I felt a cold breeze blowing, heard leaves rustling overhead.

I saw that slivered bit of moon send down its pallid beams; 

Sometimes brighter, sometimes dimmer, interrupted by clouds’ streams

And in one brighter moment

On that clearing’s other side

I saw a figure moving, seeming human, but not quite.

A terror panged within my chest.

I hid behind a tree, 

and wide-eyed peered around it, in a desperate bid to see.

But damn! The clouds had shifted

The dimmer light concealed

That large unearthly figure on the far side of the field 

But still I strained to see it,

And my muscles all grew tense

But from a foe like this one, they could offer scant defense

My only hope was in the space between me and that form

That space, I gauged, was 40 yards, and certainly not more

But still I strained to see it,

And now my hands were cold

But there! The clouds had shifted! And there I could behold

That thing’s infernal movement; disjointed, yet adept

And now within just 30 yards when back the clouds had crept  

But still I strained to see it,

And my mind began to race,

For this figure came towards me at an awfully steady pace.

And there was still my brother! Asleep out in that field!

I should warn him of the danger. 

But then I would be revealed!

And sure I’ve heard that when a group is running from a bear

You need not be the fastest, if a slower one is there

And with that thought I pursed my lips, and looked the other way

I crouched behind my hiding tree, resolving there to stay

And then I heard the zipper on the rainfly of the tent

It was pulled open slowly

I heard the rustling of fabric, and a scream that was quickly muffled

And I heard the body dragged unconscious on the ground

And the sound got closer

I shook

The smell of sulfur filled my nose, and my stomach heaved

And then it stood beside me 

holding my lifeless brother by the neck

It looked at me with a goat’s eyes

“Thou hast proven worthy, child. I shall make thee as I am.”