Fate Delivered

Had it been nine or had it been ten hours since I’d had any rest?
All I remember is nodding off while driving on I-5 going west.
I awoke with my head pounding, facing down in my back seat.
Something was whistling loud and the air was thick and sweet.

I managed to get myself out of the car and upon my feet again,
and saw that a tree was now where my radiator had once been.
Steam billowed up the tree, as the car whistled in terminal pain.
My head pounding so hard I thought I was going to go insane.

I noticed a light through the sparse row of trees straight ahead.
Maybe there was a pay phone I could use to call my friend, Ed.
I headed through the dark mini forest at a slow and steady pace,
and upon reaching the other side, I tripped and fell on my face.

Yelling and cursing my luck, I pulled myself up off the ground.
That’s when I saw a graveyard with many freshly dug mounds.
Just great, I thought, no one in here is likely to have a phone,
but there must be a town, I thought, when I heard a loud moan.

What’s that? I yelled, as my head snapped left and then right.
Was the wind playing tricks on my mind this cold winter night?
Could it be when I hit my head it caused an echo in my ears,
or was it this graveyard opening my mind to unreal fears.

I figured I’d walk carefully by the mounds of newly dug plots.
That’s when I saw some sort of shadow with two big red dots.
What the hell was this thing and why was it coming toward me.
My legs froze in fear as my mind yelled for them to run and flee.

Paralyzed with fright, I watched it circle around me six times.
It moaned and cried about the killing of a woman named Tyme.
Upon it’s sixth circle of my now trembling heap of mortal mass,
It dove straight into my being, letting out a blood curdling gasp.


In a flash I found myself being hurdled through time and space,
then with a sudden jolt, I was standing in a town named Grace.
What was going on here and where was that monster of a thing?
Had I blacked out and wandered here? I felt dead in this scene.


This nightmare got much worse, when I tried to stop some person.
To my horror she passed right through me with her mind cursing.
Okay, I thought, I know that thing had killed me and I was dead,
but what was the purpose and why could I hear inside her head?

I then noticed a man reading a local newspaper at an outdoor café.
Nothing was strange except the paper he read had the wrong day.
The date on the front page read nineteen hundred and ninety nine.
How could I be dead and yet have traveled back ten years in time?

At this point I decided to not question any of these strange things.
My fear was now gone and curiosity now drove my inner being.
Then my eyes were drawn to the bottom corner of the paper's page.
A flower store worker had been murdered by the name of Tyme Gage.

I now knew the purpose of the thing that brought me to this place.
It wanted me to find Tyme’s killer and expose the murderer's face.
The article stated that Tyme was killed in the back room of her store.
No clues were left at the scene, except for an ice pick on the floor.

The question of where to start my looking, was echoing in my head.
I guess someone had to buy the pick, but this town was mostly dead.
Then I noticed a big sign about a block and a half down the sidewalk,
It read hardware store, so I decided to hang out to hear people talk.

A sign on the door said closed and will open at 9:00 am the next day.
But I saw a man in an office and wanted to hear what he had to say.
When I went to try the doorknob, my hand passed through the door.
I had almost forgotten where I was and that I didn’t exist anymore.

Walking through the door was kind of cool, whether I was dead or alive,
but hearing people think felt like my mind was trapped in a beehive.
I stood right next to the man and started listening to his angered moans,
he kept repeating over again, “How could she leave me alone?”

Then he grabbed a pick, stabbing holes in the calendar on his wall.
If I can’t have Tyme Gage, no one in the world will have her at all.
I watched him destroy his office, knocking everything to the floor.
He kept yelling, “I hate you Tyme Gage, I’ll hate you forever more!”

I now realized the newspaper I read was just for my benefit alone,
that I still had time to stop him and then maybe I could go home.
How could I stop this mad man, nothing was solid to my touch.
I thought about my feet being grounded and I got a crazy hunch.


The man had dumped over a bag of kitty litter on to his office floor.
I needed to act right now before this lunatic ran out his back door.
So with the tip of my shoe I wrote a message in the kitty litter spill.
“My child, if you do what you are thinking, you will surely go to Hell.”


I watched the man’s eyes as he watched the words magically appear.
The pick fell from his trembling hand and his eyes filled with tears.
“I am sorry”, he cried out, then he cupped his hands against his face.
Thanks Lord for stopping my angry hand and thanks for your Grace.

I felt sorry for him and I could see that he regretted his evil thoughts,
but then I heard a familiar moan and my stomach turned all into knots.
So much for enjoying the moment, the monster had returned once more.
It’s circling me once again like it had and in a flash I flew out the door.

When I opened my eyes, paramedics were pulling me out of the car.
They said you and your wife will be fine, the hospital is not far
I don’t have a wife and there wasn’t anybody in the car with me.
Oh, I’m sorry sir, but your car registration says Tim & Tyme Magee.