A Town Called Eerie Poem by Shaun Cronick

Into the town called Eerie,
I drove one fateful day.
Badly injured and seeking help,
That evening so wet and gray.

I ventured down a tendril road,
Through a harsh December storm.
And passed a kid who stared at me,
So strange so odd so not the norm.

In the pub I saw what I thought was God,
Warming Himself by the fire.
The Devil sat and conversed with Him,
About what I daren't enquire.

Then deliriously found myself in a graveyard,
So black and sinister I had to strike a flame.
I looked down and saw a brand new gravestone,
I stood there terrified for on it was my name!

The graveyard wind howled,
Secrets and forgotten dreams.
For in this town called Eerie,
Nothing is as what it seems...