On a Dark and Empty Street

Horror poem about ones untimely passing

Early in the morning

While most are asleep

A tired woman wanders home alone

On a dark and empty street

The moon shines down from above

In the grass the crickets tweet

And unknown to the wandering woman

A phantom stranger lurks in the trees

Early in the morning 

While most are asleep

A tired woman wanders home alone

Unknowingly being pursued relentlessly

Feeling a sense of paranoia

She turns on her feet

Finding herself staring

At only a dark and empty street

She turns back around and quickens her pace

Aiming to make it home with the utmost haste

Early in the morning

While most are asleep

A frightened woman hurries home alone

On a dark and empty street

From behind her a phantom stranger emerges

Out from behind the trees

It whispers her name, sending chills down her spine

Causing her to turn around and utter a piercing shriek

Early in the morning

While most are asleep

A terrified woman stares death in the eyes

And learns her soul is to be reaped

She begs and pleads to live out more days

But the reaper responds , "Nay,"

"For three hours ago in your sleep

You passed away."

Early in the morning

While most are asleep

A woman's body is discovered alone in a house

On a dark and empty street

Reviews

[AcasualPawn]

Intriguing and Creative.....
I like it.....

Keep the good work fellow writer