Stalked

That creepy feeling that you get in the woods at night might just be real...

The night is black,

A full moon leers,

You stand alone,

Frozen by fear.

The lake is still,

The trees stand stark,

Frozen leaves crackle,

A wolf howls in the dark.

The crunch of snow,

Behind your back,

You crouch, you whirl,

Fearing attack.

The woods are hushed,

Branches are bare,

You scan, you peer,

But nothing is there.

You feel it, you know it,

You're not alone.

Your neck hair rises,

Cold fear in your bones.

Back up slowly.

Where can you run?

Nowhere in sight.

You wish for a gun.

Is what's hunting you human?

Or is it a beast?

Are you doomed to be murdered?

Or meat for a feast?

Your feet start to move,

Of their own will,

You tear through the trees,

You don't want to be killed.

You trip on a log,

Fall flat in the snow,

Hear a roar, then a laugh,

And that's the last thing you know.

© 2017 The Iron Horseman

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahaha yes the woods in the dark...or the dark in the asphalt jungle eh!? your protagonist is prey all the way... i was a disengaged sylph watching with calm as the fear rose...so the gleaming of teeth and glee........ love the font ... old eyes can read with ease..plus it does add to the effect i think ... fun fearful write ..much enjoyed Iron one
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[The Iron Horseman]

Thanks, Crispy Noodle, my friend. :D
I know what you mean about the readability. I have lousy eyes myself, so I love it when people use large fonts!

[Einstein Noodle]

:) ................

[Karen Redburn]

I loved the feel of this poem. It's been too long since I have read or watched a decent thriller or horror. Thank you for the wonderful chill this morning! Well written fun, and the rhyme just makes it flow so well. Cheers!

[The Iron Horseman]

Thank you, Karen. Glad you liked it.

[Paul Bell]

They say noise does your head in.
But silence can drive you nuts.
When you get that total silence, and the mind starts wandering. Oh man, all hell breaks loose.
Reminds me when we used to tell ghost stories in the graveyard.

[The Iron Horseman]

I know what you mean. I live in the woods, by a lake. If you are out in the woods after dark in the winter, the woods are totally silent. then the lake cracks and you jump ten feet in the air! lol.

[BBP]

Excellent execution here. You played out the scene so clever and with perfect rhyme and word length.

It read very fast paced and very clean.

[The Iron Horseman]

Thank you, my friend.

[barleygirl]

This is a great poem! I totally feel the suspenseful tone as you spit out jagged observations in short bursts. Third to last stanza breaks the momentum a teensy bit becuz of the longer lines there. But all in all, well-crafted rhyme & rhythm. There's a playful feel to this, despite the ominous stalking . . . so the upbeat ending twist works well (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[The Iron Horseman]

Thanks, Margie. You caught me - I like being playful! :)