Once

Once

A Poem by Lanaia Lee
"

the dead

"

 

I have always been told, these woods were haunted, by spirits of those from long ago
I was raised on the myth and lore, associated by this place
I am not a believer of things that go bump in the night, I don't believe the dead are uneasy, over during life the seeds they have sewed
So on a dare here I am in this place, where it is said, those live, caught between time and space.
 
My friends presented me with a dare, no hesitation, the dare, I gladly accepted, so I could prove a point
When you die, I believe life totally ends, no after life, no spirits, no ghosts
In these woods nothing reside, just rampant imagination, nothing to get one out of joint
So, here, I am, it is nice, I'm very ready and aware to meet my hosts.
 
Walking, I hear my weight, snapping twigs and things, but so far nothing paranormal
My friends must be crazy, they are so dumb, to believe such unusual things
So far, my little adventure here has been nothing but dull
Spirits and such I do not believe in, so to these type of things, I do not cling.
 
There is a full moon, so I have a bit of an eerie kind of light
Winter, the moon illuminates the trees, making strange frightening shadows on the ground
But this doesn't scare me, as I go further into the woods, so far nothing has given me a fright
But then the creatures of the night, they do not sing, I don't hear, one single solitary sound.
 
A chilling breeze, starts blowing through the air, now this does, make chills run up and down my spine
Still I hear no other sounds, but the blowing of the very cold wind
Soon I feel like a thousand eyes are watching me, this has to be a figment of my imagination, of my mind
Now, I start to wonder, out here all alone, just what I may find.
 
Then I see them, the shadows of the children they say haunt this place
An old orphanage over the hill, was burnt to the ground, and no one from the fire, they did not survive
The children used to play here, what I see of them is only shadows, I never saw, any kind of face
Now I am a believer, but I am not afraid, as I have first hand experience, of the shadows of the children, that were once alive.
 

© 2008 Lanaia Lee


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This was interesting, but I would like to see you do more with it. Perhaps a short story. I think you have the potential for something a lot stronger, longer, and bolder here. Great idea and the wording was well done. Like it.

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Lanaia Lee
Lanaia Lee

burlington, NC



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