Gloomy night, foggy sight, past the old oak tree hill
Rats 'n mice, reside, eating through wood 'n rusty steel
Shelby Rue, a girl whose eyes were blue, but at night
Looked silver, or dark plateau, fell & broke her bike
With no ounce of sight, she walked home following the light
Made by the stars, to see the pathway that wasn't quite bright
Regardless, her knee was hurt & she couldn't think right
The howling of the wind, made her think something was with-in
Heavily breathin, she turned her mind to safety to beleive-in
But it was too late, it smelt fear, & that's what it hungered for
Folklore, of Shelby's town an ancient story of un-solved murder
In the woods she was crossing, around the old oak tree hill...
When she finally got up to it... She just stood stiff... frozen... still
Her eyes once squinting to make detail, now wide open & afraid
The foggy background now fully clear, What a hell of a day
Why did her bike have to break, what was comming her way
Moments passed nothing came... but up ahead something laid...
Shelby crept up slowly, cautiously, beleiving in the worst
The old-tale curse... Shelby was witnessing the re-birth