A poem a day contest entry

Poem contest entry

He’s coming,
There’s nowhere to run.
No matter what he’ll find you.
This is your personal boogeyman.
From the deepest pits of hell,
Smoke, fire, and brimstone.
Try and run.
No one can stop him.
He loves the thrill of the chase.
He’s the big dog and this is his yard.
He’s always there watching you.
So accept your fate.
You've been had.