Something

As I'm running, stealing, hiding, something in the woods is striding.
There's something roaming in the forest and I wonder why
While I'm scared that he will find me, something in the sounds that bind me
I can sense it is behind me walking past me by

Is it evil, monstrous, craven? Is it some bloodthirsty maven?
Will it slay me if it sees me, charging with a cry?
Is is kindly, peaceful, holy? Is that why it moves so slowly?
Will it bless me if it sees me, sending light from far up high?

Now I'm thinking, wishing, waiting, hoping that I am not baiting,
Could it be that it is over, is it my time to die?
While I wet my breeches silent, pondering of fates so violent,
Something is behind me and walking past me by