Fear

The night crept onto the evening sky,

Nocturnal beings lay awake,

In the darkness was heard a cry,

A bone chilling shake,

The ghouls had risen and the ghosts were driven,

Out from their mangled graves,

Through the forest walked a young boy,

A simple and hardworking knave,

The wind whistled through the leaves,

And in the chill he shuddered,

He drew a blanket over his shoulders,

And god’s name he muttered,

The spirits watched him from the trees,

And drew an evil grin,

The boy froze in his path,

Amidst the confusing din,

He felt something move behind him,

He felt it, he was sure,

An eerie silence engulfed him,

He could not take it anymore,

He ran through the dense forest,

Until he reached a clearing,

He feared the spirits above him,

Which sat in the trees jeering,

He yelled at the unseen beings,

In attempt to scare them away,

But fruitful were never to be his efforts,

They were here to stay,

The spirits began to descend,

He heard a flutter of wings,

The boy could not comprehend,

What was happening around him,

The chill in the air pinched his cheeks,

And he turned pale and white,

Slowly his feeble frame was lifted,

He could not hold back his fright,

He tried to stay rooted to the ground,

Helplessly he fought,

The more he tried the more he choked,

His veins started to close and clot,

He feared for his life,

He wished he was dreaming,

He wished for it to be just a nightmare,

From which he would wake up, screaming,

Suddenly he fell,

Crashing to the ground,

He picked himself up,

And then he looked around,

He didn’t remember how he got there,

He did not understand,

His feet began to fail him,

He could hardly stand,

Shrugging his shoulders,

He slowly walked away,

But deep within him was etched a memory,

Forever here to stay.