Mists slowly like a ship,
bays it self among the trees.
Shrouding the park,
and covering the road too.
Walking down the lane,
A lamp by the street flickers.
Hovering around it is an insect.
You can only hear your footsteps,
Theres not even a cricket sound.
It's normal around times like this.
A few dogs bark not far from you.
making sure they are not coming after you.
Confirmed, you move on to your destination.
The air is wet and cold.
Vapour is visible,
coming out as you breath.
Hugs yourself to keep warm...
Suddenly your neck hair raises.
Uncomfortable feeling creeps in.
Why are you feeling as you are now?
As if something is not as it suppose to be.
Maybe it's just the surrounding playing with you...
Maybe It's just your mind playing tricks on you...
Will it suffice for an answer?
It's the only way you can calm youself...
The house you passes by now states "No. 13"
Still walking...you quicken your pace...
Cold sweat dribbles down slowly to your chin...
Not far away is a cemetery...
"I am not afraid of no ghost,"
you said to yourself...and smiled nervously.
It is obvious you are scared...
It shows more proof as you heartbeat picks up...
It fastens as you walk nearer to the graveyard....
You took a fast glimpse to it.
What a timing for the moon to shine brightly...
The whole place can be seen clearly through the haze.
It is beautifully gloomy...
In your head are hundreds of images.
You brain processes thoughts faster than light.
So many pictures and premonitions,
none of which you want to happen...
The graveyard seems endless to walk by.
The gravestones stands still.
Wind howls gently and brushes againts you neck.
It is chilling deep into your bones.
Worried, anxious...you wonder...
"when will i get tuck into the warm bed?"
You sighed and look to the ground as you move...
The pavement is still wet...
A swift moving shadow can be seen by the graves.
So quickly it’s like it was never even there…
You turn around, looking. Searching…
Was it your imagination playing tricks on you
You take one last look back and see him
Right behind you, without even a sound…
Screaming you dart in the other direction
Searching for a way out that my never come
Something Grabs you from behind
Kicking and fighting for your life
You don’t think anything of the stories you were once told
Nothing crosses your mind about ghosts, mummies…
And of course not vampires...
Until you feel that burning sensation
It’s on your neck
You scream in pain and agony wondering what is happening
He chuckles in your ear at your desperate attempt
Licking the droplets of blood coming from your wound...
In the end...your body lies still on the wet ground...cold as ice...
a DAMN long 1.. xD finished by the help of Angelicdemon ^^ thx girl~! :D i truly appreciate it ^^ enjoy~! :D
*sniffles* you posted it and I wasn't finished... *cries* :P
Your welcome ray.... Jamie is here to save the day.. ^-^ Always glad to help. Although if I had more time i would have added to it.. ^-^ But I'm glad you like it.
you did'nt say so.. @.@ how could i know.. :p
sure.. :) i appreciate ya help there ^^ really? Hmm...tell me in the PM some of the ideas then... maybe i can use those in the next poem :D
... I think that it's a little too long for people to read............
and it's alright. ^-^ I was just messing with ya. ^-^ Maybe I will.