The Darkness

In the darkness,

She walks alone.

Headphones in her ears,

She’s on her way home.

Out of the corner of her eye,

She see’s a man,

Following a young girl,

To some trees in the woodland.

She thought nothing of it,

And went on her way,

But little did she know,

In the darkness that night,

there would come a grave.

In the morning news,

There was a picture,

Of a young girl,

They say she was butchered.

Should she tell the police,

Of what she saw?

Or should she keep quiet,

For the killer could come back,

And be malice.

Deciding to be quiet,

She walked to work,

In the light of day,

She saw a man in the alley,

She didn’t mean to lerk.

Hiding in the shadows,

She listened to what he said.

But heard muffled cries,

From a woman instead.

The woman said,

‘Please, Oh please,

Just let me be,

I promise I won’t tell the police,

Of what you’ve done to me.’

He didn’t let her go,

but instead gave a sinister smile and says,

‘You can thank the woman,

Who’s hiding in the shadows,

And refused to help you’

Then all the cries,

From the young woman went silent.

She took a chance,

And with one foot in front of the other she ran.

Huffing and puffing,

She made it to work.

A few strange glances,

But she didn’t pay them any mind.

Later that night,

Out in the darkness,

She kept a careful eye,

And made sure no one was following.

But out in the woodlands,

That held the first murder,

Out came a man,

With a bag over his shoulder.

She quickens her pace,

Just to be safe,

But runs into a girl without looking.

The girl mumbles a small ‘sorry,’

And goes about her way.

They both part,

And the woman makes it home.

A sigh of relief,

She gets to live another day.

But the very next day,

She again turns on her T.V.

And playing on the news,

There’s now two pictures,

Both butchered women,

That she saw yesterday.

Again she thought to tell the police,

The man has already seen her,

So anything that happens to her,

Would’ve happened anyways.

Grabbing her bag,

She walked out the door,

To tell the police,

Of everything she observed.

But she didn’t get far,

Before there was a hit on her head.

Everything went black,

And when she awoke she was tied to a bed.

Frantically she looked around,

But when she did,

She didn’t see a pleasant sight at all.

A blood covered room,

And a man sharpening a knife.

She tried to escape,

For she wasn’t ready for someone to end her life.

The man had seen her,

And through his throat,

Came a deep chuckle.

The lights turned off,

And in the darkness,

There’s nothing that she saw.

For it was as dark as the night sky.

‘You should’ve told the police little one,

It was not wise to keep quiet.

It would’ve been a good lesson learned in time,

But as you can see you don’t have much left.’ Says the man.

She screams,

And she cries,

But to no avail,

She knows whatever happens,

She’s already torn the veil.

So she silently says a prayer,

And then lets a few tears fall.

She counts to three,

Then all that’s heard,

Are her deafening screams.

Reviews

[John Stussy]

Fantastic horror poem. You told a brilliant tale of terror, and how the main character's choice to succumb to her fear betrayed her to her fate. Excellent creative writing. I thoroughly enjoy reading your voice, you definitely have a knack for wordplay. I look forward to reading more.