Poor, Poor Rick, Why Did You Go?

Late one night he received a call,
From his wife or boss, I can’t recall.
In a park he was asked to go,
Why was he taken, no one knows.

Out of the car, slowly he did walk,
Not knowing what lurked in the dark;
A light fog was in the air,
To stop now, I do not dare.

Past a large tree he did stroll,
To a figure not completely whole.
A dark figure that arose,
Gave a shock to whom it chose.

In a flash, his eyes closed tight,
To the figure’s dark delight.
Who or what we do not know,
But my fear inside does always grow.

Poor, poor Rick, why did you go?
Only One does really know.