A Midnight EncounterA Poem by Sean EddingfieldIn your mind see the fall of the year... in the darkness...Walking thru the midnight trees the moon is speckling down illuminating here and there strange forms upon the ground.
My journey now has tarried late daylight is long past... Many here would fear to tread Their courage could not last.
Yet... I am at peace here in the night amongst the dark-time creatures. This quiet still and sleepy time is not without it's features.
But something kills the spell tonite a hollow in my bones... dark intuition whispers now that I am not alone.
And what's this now my eyes behold beneath the veil of night? Wrapped in leaves and thorny vines a figure cold and white.
To her side I swiftly run! Much like my heart I rush! This creature sleeping in the night her cheeks are left no blush.
Sadly it is as I feared she does not weep or cry... This one does not merely sleep for she has long since died.
Her eyes are vacant hollow holes Her skin is sallow pale dirty hands and bloodstaind hair and broken fingernails.
And shatterd bones sharp gouging thru her wrists are bound so tite... dark purple bruises at her neck She did not die of fright.
I kneel beside her on my knees... leaves skittering all around. We sit in silence she and I alone here on the ground.
But suddenly I'm gripped with fear! My spine with ice is shaken! I begin to quake and fret my heart is overtaken!
My mind begins to thinking thoughts... Who else could know I'm here? Who have I told that I take walks at times when others fear?
Is it now just she and I? Could another be around? Could hateful eyes be watching me? Could I, like her be found?
I try to find my landmarks... no firmiliars can I see! No boulders, trees, concealing graves... Dear God this cannot be!
Someone else must surely know! The forest has not kept her... I realize now without a doubt... THIS ISN'T WHERE I LEFT HER. © 2009 Sean EddingfieldAuthor's Note
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Added on March 12, 2009Last Updated on March 12, 2009 AuthorSean EddingfieldOKAboutTowering heights and abysmal depths and a litte of the life in between... but mostly... mosty... of what I speak is of those who are unseen... But save some fear to hold onto... you can't see them, b.. more..Writing
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