Our city streets were breathing fog
The night that Katie Wilson died;
It brought with it unsettling sounds
That sent wise souls inside to hide.

But that lovely little lady -
Hair of sunlight, eyes from the sea -
Feared not what lurked in the shadows,
Strolling home from the club at three.

Foolishly she cut through the park,
Where a man attacked from the trees;
She click-clacked as she ran away -
High-heeled fingers on concrete keys.

Sadly she was caught all too soon
And her pursuer threw her down;
A knife sliced through both fog and skin,
Though neither victim made a sound.

When word spread of her grisly end
There was a tear in ev’ry eye;
They never did find her body -
Only I know the reason why.

Once the twitching finally stopped,
I brought sweet Katie home with me;
Now she shares my bed ev’ry night,
And so it shall forever be.

Author guidance for This poem

The challenge was to listen to your assigned piece of music and then write a ballad that fit the song's theme.

This was my tune:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9zatuWugGI

Left as collaborative in case others are interested in sharing their take on that creepy frickin' music.

updated Sep 21 '10 by Eloosive