By Tony DeLorger © 2013
In darkest night where creatures dwell,
in shadowed halls as silence swells,
until at pitch into the light,
they crawl and drag their wretched blight,
into the world of human dreams,
now terror looms in frightful reams,
and even shadows cringe in fear,
for all they are from unnatural sphere.
Craving blood this scourge of men,
into my room one dared to sin,
and I all sleep in pink soft clouds,
awoke to vision in darkness shroud,
a vile and lusty ghoul of night,
bent on sucking souls from flight,
and I intent on keeping mine,
threw off my covers to slippers find.
I broke into stride straight for the door,
which slammed shut and bolted just before,
so I turned and saw it's claws outstretched,
it's razor teeth to tear my flesh,
the candle upon my beside flickered,
and shadows danced on walls so wicked,
as if they all were after me,
my heart stood still, my life recede.
And then this pariah of earthly past,
took hold my shoulders and with eyes did cast,
a spell that kept me still, unmoved,
in silent screaming my mind removed,
it's claws cut deep into my chest,
my soul wrenched back in disbelief,
and then with one almighty move,
it held my heart still pumping, removed.
Before my eyes I watched it ooze,
all blood and life my waning dues,
for all that I have sinned and gained,
my wicked ways now drawn in pain,
and this my slayer, my just deserts,
so eager in his lustful hurt,
and I, mind fading into the night,
until I wake in morning light.
Where fear is concerned, nothing is as it seems. What is reality becomes uncertain and the world of darkness can overwhelm...imagination the key to horrors unexplored.
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