Unfinished Poem

I’m tired and can’t seem to catch my stride with this poem. Please enjoy it anyway.

Off the road a little way
I saw a glowing fire.
Ending was this too long day;
I thought there to retire.

Grassy was the little rise
I climbed to reach the light.
Then I saw him with my eyes,
the one I met that night.

Speaking in a mumbling tone,
he bid me have a seat.
Greatly had the darkness grown,
and wearied grown my feet.

Sitting down across from him,
I asked the man his name.
Claimed to be a mister Grim,
then asked to play a game.