A Midnight Encounter

A Midnight Encounter

A Poem by Sean Eddingfield
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In your mind see the fall of the year... in the darkness...

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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 Eddingfield


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O.O Wow. That's about all I can say.
Great poem. Not too many grammar or punctuation errors.
^-^ Keep up the good work.

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e.e You didn't kill ANOTHER one of your girlfriends did you??
I don't want to pay bail AGAIN......XP

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Coby Coyle took my review. LOL I would agree with all she said. A great poem. 100

Posted 13 Years Ago


I try to find my landmarks...
no firmiliars can I see!

*Familiars? o.O

But this was excellent! It was such a good blend of mysteriousness, creepiness :P, and darkness. It was very well written, and the end left the reader thinking. This was very good. I really liked it

Posted 13 Years Ago


Oooooh....dark and spookie. I favored the description of her the most. It had emotion within those verses. Splendid job!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow! This was a splendid twist. Cool work. Sorry it took so long for the review. I've had a rough few months.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

O.O Wow. That's about all I can say.
Great poem. Not too many grammar or punctuation errors.
^-^ Keep up the good work.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

e.e You didn't kill ANOTHER one of your girlfriends did you??
I don't want to pay bail AGAIN......XP

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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