Poem About Strange Things

As I was walking t'ward my home
I met a gruesome man
He beckoned me with finger crook'd
But as I 'proached he ran

I couldn't fathom why this was
His sudden reckless flight
Should I give chase? This stranger's face
Was not a pretty sight...

I let him go, for it was late
My home was fairly near
But as I turned to onward stroll
I fell to earth in fear

For right behind the place I'd stood
The man who'd fled was sat
He coyly winked (or was it blinked?)
And doffed his tattered hat

I hauled my body up to stand
And thought to say a word
But before I could spit it out
The scene around was stirred

By now the trees surrounding me
Had turned a deathly grey
The sky grew dark, a cat gave bark
I knew I could not stay

And so, with every ounce of strength
(Though truly 'twas not there)
I turned and ran in blinding dark
And knew not as to where

As I was ready to collapse
And submit my defeat
The sky grew light, a fish in flight
Then dropped beside my feet

I wasn't sure quite what to do
And so just stood and stared
As all around the sights and sounds
Attacked me, unprepared

Could I be stuck within a dream?
Could I have failed to wake?
These things of late were worrying
And more than I could take

And so took an inch of flesh
And pinched, my dream to clear
It did no good - instead drew blood
And to this day I'm here

Strange things happen when it's the end of the world...