Chilling End to YouA Poem by Xander WestA Halloween treatAlone on a cold devilish night I lie in my bed, Overcome with a dreary sense of haunted dread, Wind hollering to the full blood moon outside, Under my covers do I childishly hide.
Startlingly noises I hear as I attempt to sleep, A child in my house I hear frightenly weep, Alerted my tired senses work in overtime, They must be playing tricks upon my weary mind.
Again I hear the cries looming down the hall, Whimpering, sniffling, blood-curdling and all, I stare at my door frozen like a corpse in fear, Waiting for a ghastly aberration to suddenly appear.
Time stands still, seconds creep by like eternity, Yet nothing appears as I slowly lose my sanity, Until my heart stops the god-awful pounding And I close my eyes to fall back to sleep soundly.
Blissfully in my warm bed I rest, but so little I knew, Until an eerie voice whispered “He is coming for you” I spring up ready to attack the source of the grisly whisper, Yet I ran out my room while expelling a terrified whimper.
Sprinting out my house I stumble upon my lawn, Eyes wide open as I look for the devil’s spawn, I look up to see the full blood moon in the sky glist, Only to watch it vanish into an all-covering strange mist.
Floundering in the grisly white fog blindly, Searching for something to hold on to frantically, Running around in the ghoulish haze madly, Screaming out for help as I bumble recklessly.
Until I stumble and trip over a unmarked gravestone, Up through ground reaches a repulsive hand of bones, Dreadfully griping ahold on my torn pajama leg, Morbid thoughts enter my mind as I desperately beg.
Down into the cold earth I am slowly hauled, Inch by inch I fight with no avail, so appalled, Howling screams I hear all around as I sink beneath, To enter my spine-chilling grave deep underneath.
Awaiting the reader of this to fall fast asleep, My ghost to enter your house I surely creep, Into your dark room as you sleep I pass through, As I whisper into your ear “He is coming for you.” © 2015 Xander West |
StatsAuthorXander WestSuffolk, United KingdomAboutI lost my passion to write for several years, better yet, I ignored my passion to write for several years. I am only once again touching my surface. more..Writing
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