The Haunt

Written in 2007

 

Silently over the moors
Wanders the haunt
Across the fog

Searching for its peace
The haunt moves
Unable to rest

Swiftly I cross the road
The fog is thick
I am lost in its cool embrace

Shiveringly a feeling of despair
Overcomes my soul
I quicken my pace

Stalkily he moves
On course to intercept
He has found his prey

Soberly I am aware
Of a presence behind
No, in front

Slowly I turn my head
There before me
The haunt

Supernaturally floating
He calls to me in a deep voice
Bidding me come

Sharply I turn to run
But as I do
A hand grips my shoulder

Softly it turns me round
To face the haunt
I tremble with fear

Secretly a knife is exposed
And placed into my side
I cannot move

Stabbingly the pain ensues
Throughout my entirety
I drop to my knees

Smoothly he removes the knife
Allowing me to slip away
To death