Poetry competition CLOSED 7th March 2015 5:49pm
WINNER
Spike (William The Bloody)
Spike (William The Bloody)
RUNNERS-UP:
Kou_Indigo
and toniscales
Monsters
- The Princess in the River -
Prologue: Son of the Dragon
I was called the Son of the Dragon, in an old guise I wore…
Just one name of many, one scar of countless that I so bore.
People speak of life and death as if a single set of memories,
Can anchor a soul to one or the other, like a cross blessedly.
Yet a cross is but a symbol of torment used for a new cause,
And sometimes death is but a moment when we must pause.
Like an actor, I rose again to play my part in my fresh attire,
Never forgetting lines spoken of old; that burn like cruel fire!
Once I had another name, and wore raiment now long dust,
I was wild in my heart and had a soul burning mad with lust.
Yet love tamed that madness sure, for one whose spirit yet,
Haunts my dreams so oft at night, so that I can never forget.
Green her gown and raven her hair, with eyes sparkling still,
Despite that centuries have passed and, likely, they yet will.
People remember my legend, but of her they oft speak not,
And so I shall immortalize her final days with poetic thought.
Part One: Another Age
Hard it is to tell of her, and yet for love’s sake I will persist,
And resurrect the dread memory, that ghost from my past…
Cold was the day that fell upon the land: and chill the breath!
In my castle, on the mount above the river cold as icy death,
Where ‘round about the wooded lands on and on did range,
Within which so many of the simple folk, did oft feel strange.
Dark forests beneath the cloudy sky, endless in the number,
An image frozen in my mind: that I must eternally remember.
Therein those stony halls, was I then a prince of noble fame,
Of the order of my father so sworn, the Dragon’s own flame.
Bloody were the wars of those times, and scarlet my blade…
The price of chivalry paid in full, though my heart was afraid.
Afraid to lose the single treasure for which my life endured…
The princess who kept me content, and my soul enamored.
Ironic that her name should be lost to me whilst mine spoke,
By so many, who knew me not: a dark god’s cruelest joke!
Part Two: The Final Night
Night was our last time together and so she became queen,
Queen of the night for me ever since, and all as I had seen.
Red was the day of battle to come, to keep my castle well,
And red was the ground near the forests, as fires from Hell.
Dark was the sky above my lands, a storm carrying me on,
As my sword met the armies before it, all of time had gone.
So close we were to victory, as a single act of cold deceit,
Took from me all for which I dreamed, before my sad feet.
An arrow through a windowpane, with a simple note there,
Telling my princess I had perished, laying her heart so bare.
She saw not the place where I fought on, could not know,
That her beloved’s heart still beat, beyond rock and snow.
And so, she leapt from the high tower, into the river below,
Never to know God’s grace again, or feel the winds blow.
In hearing of my beloved’s end, madness so took my soul,
And vengeance rose up in my heart; I had lost my control.
Part Three: Damnation
My soul was lost on that hour, if but an hour is all it takes,
For a soul to become damned, even to linger on mistakes.
To this day men tell tales of red woods thick with blood…
In the land beyond the forests, where I wept a bitter flood!
For every tear I shed that day, a soul was to Hades cast…
Until my rage was wholly spent, and not one foe could last.
To my castle I returned, and held my love’s lifeless form…
Desiring to join her in death so that I might keep her warm.
My hand, that slew a hundred men, now caressed a maid,
So gently that you’d not have known it in woodland shade.
Green the gown she wore as her last, and raven her hair…
The last I’d ever see it again, the beauty of my lady so fair.
So pale was she then, unlike the rosy color of her youth…
For in death, all youth is undone, and lost is all life’s truth.
Eyes once big and dark with love, were now shut in sleep,
Eternally to dream of us, in some paradise vast and deep!
Part Four: One Last Kiss
The priests cast her back into the river, denying a grave…
Although so much for God was lost, even more we gave!
No more for God, for where was he to welcome my love?
Perhaps another could help us, in some dark place above.
I left the priests to perish, when we abandoned our home,
To fight for our country with every bit of flesh and bone…
But before we left the castle to the ravages of time’s hand,
I washed my face in the river, one with her and the land…
One last kiss for the one I so loved, forever swept away,
No more to dance with me, beneath the light of the day.
Her blood was still in that river then, and stained my face,
So that I had to wash again, until I was cleaner than lace!
In night I found my solace after that, and in darkness pure,
I hoped to meet my love again along time’s winding shore.
Another life I walk in now, but how the old ages do haunt,
In the hours of the night, when a maid’s love is all I want!
Epilogue: Vampire
Vampire they called me, for superstitious hearts know ill,
Save what they can imagine, and that does not a river fill!
But I was and am only a man, once perhaps much higher,
Than mere mortals are want to be, if mayhap a tad shier…
For so many secrets have I held that words cannot speak!
Even the gods I walked with are beings sometimes weak.
And so sometimes I must unlock those vaults of my soul,
Letting those who retell my legend once again to know…
That still I exist and I remember things as they once were,
But more than anything else even, I do still remember her!
The princess in the river that still flows strong to this hour,
Who lived in an ancient castle above it: my solitary flower.
In the land beyond the forests, where dark lie the shadows,
Where once the sun smiled upon the lush green meadows.
There we lived and were happy for but one span of years,
I hope that we will meet again and cast away all our tears.
Prologue: Son of the Dragon
I was called the Son of the Dragon, in an old guise I wore…
Just one name of many, one scar of countless that I so bore.
People speak of life and death as if a single set of memories,
Can anchor a soul to one or the other, like a cross blessedly.
Yet a cross is but a symbol of torment used for a new cause,
And sometimes death is but a moment when we must pause.
Like an actor, I rose again to play my part in my fresh attire,
Never forgetting lines spoken of old; that burn like cruel fire!
Once I had another name, and wore raiment now long dust,
I was wild in my heart and had a soul burning mad with lust.
Yet love tamed that madness sure, for one whose spirit yet,
Haunts my dreams so oft at night, so that I can never forget.
Green her gown and raven her hair, with eyes sparkling still,
Despite that centuries have passed and, likely, they yet will.
People remember my legend, but of her they oft speak not,
And so I shall immortalize her final days with poetic thought.
Part One: Another Age
Hard it is to tell of her, and yet for love’s sake I will persist,
And resurrect the dread memory, that ghost from my past…
Cold was the day that fell upon the land: and chill the breath!
In my castle, on the mount above the river cold as icy death,
Where ‘round about the wooded lands on and on did range,
Within which so many of the simple folk, did oft feel strange.
Dark forests beneath the cloudy sky, endless in the number,
An image frozen in my mind: that I must eternally remember.
Therein those stony halls, was I then a prince of noble fame,
Of the order of my father so sworn, the Dragon’s own flame.
Bloody were the wars of those times, and scarlet my blade…
The price of chivalry paid in full, though my heart was afraid.
Afraid to lose the single treasure for which my life endured…
The princess who kept me content, and my soul enamored.
Ironic that her name should be lost to me whilst mine spoke,
By so many, who knew me not: a dark god’s cruelest joke!
Part Two: The Final Night
Night was our last time together and so she became queen,
Queen of the night for me ever since, and all as I had seen.
Red was the day of battle to come, to keep my castle well,
And red was the ground near the forests, as fires from Hell.
Dark was the sky above my lands, a storm carrying me on,
As my sword met the armies before it, all of time had gone.
So close we were to victory, as a single act of cold deceit,
Took from me all for which I dreamed, before my sad feet.
An arrow through a windowpane, with a simple note there,
Telling my princess I had perished, laying her heart so bare.
She saw not the place where I fought on, could not know,
That her beloved’s heart still beat, beyond rock and snow.
And so, she leapt from the high tower, into the river below,
Never to know God’s grace again, or feel the winds blow.
In hearing of my beloved’s end, madness so took my soul,
And vengeance rose up in my heart; I had lost my control.
Part Three: Damnation
My soul was lost on that hour, if but an hour is all it takes,
For a soul to become damned, even to linger on mistakes.
To this day men tell tales of red woods thick with blood…
In the land beyond the forests, where I wept a bitter flood!
For every tear I shed that day, a soul was to Hades cast…
Until my rage was wholly spent, and not one foe could last.
To my castle I returned, and held my love’s lifeless form…
Desiring to join her in death so that I might keep her warm.
My hand, that slew a hundred men, now caressed a maid,
So gently that you’d not have known it in woodland shade.
Green the gown she wore as her last, and raven her hair…
The last I’d ever see it again, the beauty of my lady so fair.
So pale was she then, unlike the rosy color of her youth…
For in death, all youth is undone, and lost is all life’s truth.
Eyes once big and dark with love, were now shut in sleep,
Eternally to dream of us, in some paradise vast and deep!
Part Four: One Last Kiss
The priests cast her back into the river, denying a grave…
Although so much for God was lost, even more we gave!
No more for God, for where was he to welcome my love?
Perhaps another could help us, in some dark place above.
I left the priests to perish, when we abandoned our home,
To fight for our country with every bit of flesh and bone…
But before we left the castle to the ravages of time’s hand,
I washed my face in the river, one with her and the land…
One last kiss for the one I so loved, forever swept away,
No more to dance with me, beneath the light of the day.
Her blood was still in that river then, and stained my face,
So that I had to wash again, until I was cleaner than lace!
In night I found my solace after that, and in darkness pure,
I hoped to meet my love again along time’s winding shore.
Another life I walk in now, but how the old ages do haunt,
In the hours of the night, when a maid’s love is all I want!
Epilogue: Vampire
Vampire they called me, for superstitious hearts know ill,
Save what they can imagine, and that does not a river fill!
But I was and am only a man, once perhaps much higher,
Than mere mortals are want to be, if mayhap a tad shier…
For so many secrets have I held that words cannot speak!
Even the gods I walked with are beings sometimes weak.
And so sometimes I must unlock those vaults of my soul,
Letting those who retell my legend once again to know…
That still I exist and I remember things as they once were,
But more than anything else even, I do still remember her!
The princess in the river that still flows strong to this hour,
Who lived in an ancient castle above it: my solitary flower.
In the land beyond the forests, where dark lie the shadows,
Where once the sun smiled upon the lush green meadows.
There we lived and were happy for but one span of years,
I hope that we will meet again and cast away all our tears.
- Makai -
Based on some of my past-life memories…
Do you ask me of Hell, mortal, and desire me to tell?
I could compare it to the agonies I felt at Shimabara…
When my soul, I did sell, because of my death knell!
As my blood flowed and my spirit cried to the stars…
Nothing else is the realm of demons, except for loss,
Which drives even a saintly soul to despair, to regret.
Shiro Amakusa was my name, and I paid that cost…
When I stared death in the eye, and Hell itself I met!
The realm of Makai, of demons, did receive my will.
At the time I sought vengeance, but it was so hollow,
Leaving the very core of my being, so dark and chill.
Now you know me as a poet, my works you follow,
Never imagining, what I have seen in my lives of old.
A tryst in Edo, a moment in a garden stolen by time!
Was I in love, or was I just foolish and merely bold?
I met others like me, reborn to an existence sublime,
Only to die again, for reincarnation can be a curse…
When those we love we are forced to lose yet again.
Rebirth or damnation; which fate is really the worst?
It can transform you, and make you not quite human.
Now you know who I was, and why I write as I do,
Of my time in the Edo era, which was ever twofold:
Terrible and beautiful, beneath skies stormy yet blue.
In this modern age, I died for three minutes so cold,
And my soul went to the realm of Makai for a while.
History repeats itself, for I came back very different,
Just as when I met death in Shimabara, death so vile.
It is my fate to know such cycles so very devil-sent!
For I am an angel and I am not vanquished by them,
Since my spirit rises stronger, more beautifully pure:
From the darkness that pious fools would condemn.
My destiny was preordained, by a power so sure…
That none can stay, the courses that my spirit walks.
Angel and demon am I, for there is not a distinction,
Between, the sacredness that the light often stalks…
And the profaneness, bound for a dark destination!
In service to God I fell and in falling I became wise.
For, I leaned the folly of any piety that is so forced,
Upon one’s soul, that it brings them swifter to vice!
I parted, with such piety; for that, I feel no remorse.
The claws of Makai embraced me with such love…
That the cross I served never could on me bestow!
Even so, my soul is still cherished, by gods above…
For, I ascended from my sojourns in realms below.
My wings of light, unseen by mortal worldly seeing,
Remind me that I am not quite as fallen as I thought.
There is peace just in knowing this within my being!
And, I realize, not for nothing are my battles fought.
There is a purpose behind each struggle, each goal,
Which I have overcome, which I have stove after…
And although I am fallen, still do I possess my soul.
I am like a raven that has flown to the highest rafter,
Only to descend, that mankind may look upon it…
Mayhap wondering wither it has so come and gone.
My wings bear me hither-and-yon as they see fit…
Even here in this modern life far from the rising sun!
The past cannot be changed; what I was, I still am.
And the future has not come to pass until the dawn,
In all its’ glory, greets the eyes even of one damned.
Once more, to the heavens, my eyes are so drawn!
Based on some of my past-life memories…
Do you ask me of Hell, mortal, and desire me to tell?
I could compare it to the agonies I felt at Shimabara…
When my soul, I did sell, because of my death knell!
As my blood flowed and my spirit cried to the stars…
Nothing else is the realm of demons, except for loss,
Which drives even a saintly soul to despair, to regret.
Shiro Amakusa was my name, and I paid that cost…
When I stared death in the eye, and Hell itself I met!
The realm of Makai, of demons, did receive my will.
At the time I sought vengeance, but it was so hollow,
Leaving the very core of my being, so dark and chill.
Now you know me as a poet, my works you follow,
Never imagining, what I have seen in my lives of old.
A tryst in Edo, a moment in a garden stolen by time!
Was I in love, or was I just foolish and merely bold?
I met others like me, reborn to an existence sublime,
Only to die again, for reincarnation can be a curse…
When those we love we are forced to lose yet again.
Rebirth or damnation; which fate is really the worst?
It can transform you, and make you not quite human.
Now you know who I was, and why I write as I do,
Of my time in the Edo era, which was ever twofold:
Terrible and beautiful, beneath skies stormy yet blue.
In this modern age, I died for three minutes so cold,
And my soul went to the realm of Makai for a while.
History repeats itself, for I came back very different,
Just as when I met death in Shimabara, death so vile.
It is my fate to know such cycles so very devil-sent!
For I am an angel and I am not vanquished by them,
Since my spirit rises stronger, more beautifully pure:
From the darkness that pious fools would condemn.
My destiny was preordained, by a power so sure…
That none can stay, the courses that my spirit walks.
Angel and demon am I, for there is not a distinction,
Between, the sacredness that the light often stalks…
And the profaneness, bound for a dark destination!
In service to God I fell and in falling I became wise.
For, I leaned the folly of any piety that is so forced,
Upon one’s soul, that it brings them swifter to vice!
I parted, with such piety; for that, I feel no remorse.
The claws of Makai embraced me with such love…
That the cross I served never could on me bestow!
Even so, my soul is still cherished, by gods above…
For, I ascended from my sojourns in realms below.
My wings of light, unseen by mortal worldly seeing,
Remind me that I am not quite as fallen as I thought.
There is peace just in knowing this within my being!
And, I realize, not for nothing are my battles fought.
There is a purpose behind each struggle, each goal,
Which I have overcome, which I have stove after…
And although I am fallen, still do I possess my soul.
I am like a raven that has flown to the highest rafter,
Only to descend, that mankind may look upon it…
Mayhap wondering wither it has so come and gone.
My wings bear me hither-and-yon as they see fit…
Even here in this modern life far from the rising sun!
The past cannot be changed; what I was, I still am.
And the future has not come to pass until the dawn,
In all its’ glory, greets the eyes even of one damned.
Once more, to the heavens, my eyes are so drawn!
Soul-Less
the light did not appease
the beasts that lurk in between
the whispers of the trees
and that cool breeze did not bequeath
courage to a wanderer
stout of heart and sharp of thought
never realized the eyes behind seeing
were not the same eyes that held the person
that was being
there is no solace for the soul-less
the light did not appease
the beasts that lurk in between
the whispers of the trees
and that cool breeze did not bequeath
courage to a wanderer
stout of heart and sharp of thought
never realized the eyes behind seeing
were not the same eyes that held the person
that was being
there is no solace for the soul-less
Anonymous
Monsty
naïve
It was all I knew
and I clung to it
told it was love and I was lucky
to have it
called ungrateful
when I ran away
but
the looks that spoke violently of
what I'd get like a threat
and all the under handed
behind the back tactics
although under
everyone's noses
were denied
like everything else
the monster did
my fault again
faked pain and false memories
a grand imagination
but bruises never hurt like
the worry or anxiety
that grew to overtake me
and stole my life a time or two
the monster had stained me
with dirty imprints
and life filled with death sentences
It was amongst my darkest hours
The longest night had passed
Day's full rays burned my tired eyes
My guts burned hard with cramping pain
bending me in half keeping me awake
I never knew how long till the end
The shadow came and whispered soft
"You should tell her good-bye and
let her live with all the pain she made"
I didn't care and lay there waiting
but it handed me the phone and was
even kind enough to dial
Fitting her's be the final voice
the only voice I ever wanted
but seemingly cold and distant
The shadow watched calmly
sitting there with one knee over the other
suspended foot rotating slowly
I closed my eyes so very sleepy
her voice droned on like a bug in my ear
swimming floating weightless quiet
My soul of light walked towards my shadow
to merge and render each obsolete
but halfway blended something happened
ripping tearing all was ruined
shadow pulling fighting swearing
no longer quiet patient ready
slammed back down into my flesh
confused crying pleading denying
The shadow leaving with head shaking
I thought it came back two days later
my hospital room already dim lit
but all the meds I couldn't be certain
It's come and gone throughout my life
to see it now brings me no fear
for it knows just who's in charge
My soul not bright as perhaps once was
It's more like polished stainless steel
for in reflections shadows can't hide
but it's persistence never fades
It will be ready when that day comes
to melt into me and fade away
The longest night had passed
Day's full rays burned my tired eyes
My guts burned hard with cramping pain
bending me in half keeping me awake
I never knew how long till the end
The shadow came and whispered soft
"You should tell her good-bye and
let her live with all the pain she made"
I didn't care and lay there waiting
but it handed me the phone and was
even kind enough to dial
Fitting her's be the final voice
the only voice I ever wanted
but seemingly cold and distant
The shadow watched calmly
sitting there with one knee over the other
suspended foot rotating slowly
I closed my eyes so very sleepy
her voice droned on like a bug in my ear
swimming floating weightless quiet
My soul of light walked towards my shadow
to merge and render each obsolete
but halfway blended something happened
ripping tearing all was ruined
shadow pulling fighting swearing
no longer quiet patient ready
slammed back down into my flesh
confused crying pleading denying
The shadow leaving with head shaking
I thought it came back two days later
my hospital room already dim lit
but all the meds I couldn't be certain
It's come and gone throughout my life
to see it now brings me no fear
for it knows just who's in charge
My soul not bright as perhaps once was
It's more like polished stainless steel
for in reflections shadows can't hide
but it's persistence never fades
It will be ready when that day comes
to melt into me and fade away
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Halls of the Tormented
In the halls of the tormented,
screams abound never ended
Children of the damned
Forever Tortured, Unyielded and Unrepentant,
Tormented eyes burned away in those that forever wish to go home and enter into the halls of the living
Children of the damned
forever chained
heretics, lunatics, warped minds and false believers who played with madness
All who perish away in vanity
burning away into endless nights of eternity
Halls of the Tormented
In the halls of the tormented,
screams abound never ended
Children of the damned
Forever Tortured, Unyielded and Unrepentant,
Tormented eyes burned away in those that forever wish to go home and enter into the halls of the living
Children of the damned
forever chained
heretics, lunatics, warped minds and false believers who played with madness
All who perish away in vanity
burning away into endless nights of eternity
He Did The Mash
Dead, on
and walking dead on.
Black
women said I have soul.
The Church begs to differ. Hah! The Church begs.
You created me, the two of you, and I sought
nothing
but to bring your houses down.
Burn!
I am your exquisite corpse!
Passed around and added to...
Dead on and Walking: a product of two Shelly's
storming night.
Religion and science have no room for this.
Church and state have no room for this.
Neither synagogue nor masque.
Yet, here I am large and scarred,
stitched together like bad verse-
The product of one nights encounter and your life's regret.
I am your creature,
mother, father, corrupt society, poverty, suffering,
disease, confusion-
What conscience remains says,
"We belong
DEAD!"
Dead, on
and walking dead on.
Black
women said I have soul.
The Church begs to differ. Hah! The Church begs.
You created me, the two of you, and I sought
nothing
but to bring your houses down.
Burn!
I am your exquisite corpse!
Passed around and added to...
Dead on and Walking: a product of two Shelly's
storming night.
Religion and science have no room for this.
Church and state have no room for this.
Neither synagogue nor masque.
Yet, here I am large and scarred,
stitched together like bad verse-
The product of one nights encounter and your life's regret.
I am your creature,
mother, father, corrupt society, poverty, suffering,
disease, confusion-
What conscience remains says,
"We belong
DEAD!"
Red Flags
Triggers, and targets
of opportunity.
Watch some thing suffer.
See what lies within?
Nothing like an amateur dissection-
Childhood spent
burning out,
with a magnifying glass,
the eyes of rats.
Place a hot needle up the ass
of a suffering bug.
Trapped by grandma’s screened in porch,
predation porn to pass the time:
snake or spider fed by
scared mice and wingless flies.
The roses grow brighter than before
the secret’s in what lies beneath-
If not for grandma
and religion
good people might’ve also died.
Triggers, and targets
of opportunity.
Watch some thing suffer.
See what lies within?
Nothing like an amateur dissection-
Childhood spent
burning out,
with a magnifying glass,
the eyes of rats.
Place a hot needle up the ass
of a suffering bug.
Trapped by grandma’s screened in porch,
predation porn to pass the time:
snake or spider fed by
scared mice and wingless flies.
The roses grow brighter than before
the secret’s in what lies beneath-
If not for grandma
and religion
good people might’ve also died.
Two princes
There they were sitting all graceful .
At first he was just one little prince, but then he became two princes.
From the same womb they came staring at me with red eyes.
One drank black blood, the other turned your blood black.
Two little princes of death.
With two little horns and black wings.
They stood tall and strong.
One prince was a rapist, the other my very undoing .
But then they were given the crown, and I realized these two little princes were kings of hell.
And now here I am against the wall, one king giving me a lusty look. The other holding me down..
There they were sitting all graceful .
At first he was just one little prince, but then he became two princes.
From the same womb they came staring at me with red eyes.
One drank black blood, the other turned your blood black.
Two little princes of death.
With two little horns and black wings.
They stood tall and strong.
One prince was a rapist, the other my very undoing .
But then they were given the crown, and I realized these two little princes were kings of hell.
And now here I am against the wall, one king giving me a lusty look. The other holding me down..
Anonymous
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THE GRIM CREEPER
Silent predator
Attacked not from behind
But from inside
Wrapping himself around
My heart squeezing it tight
"How I hate the bastard"
Two weeks trapped
In a shelter
With other victims
Of this Helter Skelter
Everyday I made friends
Only to see them rolled away
At week's end
So many young
So many women
Even little children
Who am I to whine?
I lived and they died
Which is all the more why
I despise that
Evil filthy son-of-a bitch
If only he could manifest
As a being instead
Of cellular parasite
I'd strangle him
With my bare hands
And enjoy watching him die
"Grimcreeper!"
You are one living thing
I hope to live to see
Totally wiped off
The face of this earth
THE GRIM CREEPER
Silent predator
Attacked not from behind
But from inside
Wrapping himself around
My heart squeezing it tight
"How I hate the bastard"
Two weeks trapped
In a shelter
With other victims
Of this Helter Skelter
Everyday I made friends
Only to see them rolled away
At week's end
So many young
So many women
Even little children
Who am I to whine?
I lived and they died
Which is all the more why
I despise that
Evil filthy son-of-a bitch
If only he could manifest
As a being instead
Of cellular parasite
I'd strangle him
With my bare hands
And enjoy watching him die
"Grimcreeper!"
You are one living thing
I hope to live to see
Totally wiped off
The face of this earth
||Still||
I didn't know why the window was open
I think I should have questioned it
To drift to sleep before my life was broken
Maybe I should have given a shit
I should have realized their bed was wet
Thought about why their bodies gave no warmth
Red sloshed over the edge, bringing regret
The maid's morning scream gave no comfort
I've slept in the blood of my life givers
For 8 straight hours even if it was cold
And while the story gives me shivers
It's the monsters I'm trying to withhold
Still
Night Lights
Almost time for bed.
Relieved another night has passed.
Just as fast as it was over it's back again.
There stands a full dark closet of clothes to the normal eye.
Waiting and watching something lingers deep behind it's glaring eyes.
Too frightened to stand out of bed to check it out.
Even a voice would make it obvious this person was scared.
Mom's room is down the long hall.
She'd never hear me in worry.
Restless eyes ache combined with a shiver of cold shock.
Never slept till the sun came up.
Almost time for bed.
Relieved another night has passed.
Just as fast as it was over it's back again.
There stands a full dark closet of clothes to the normal eye.
Waiting and watching something lingers deep behind it's glaring eyes.
Too frightened to stand out of bed to check it out.
Even a voice would make it obvious this person was scared.
Mom's room is down the long hall.
She'd never hear me in worry.
Restless eyes ache combined with a shiver of cold shock.
Never slept till the sun came up.
