This poem is in one of the short stories I just finished up, (Play It Again). It may not make much sense to you without reading the short story, but here it is anyway.
The Chase
See the color on the pane
See the red blood thick
Cooling, giving, quenching thirst
Why don't you take a sip
Now it comes so be prepared
As evil does it's task
Wanting, taking, holding life
Within it's greedy grasp
There is more but you will find
A friend in all the haste