Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.
Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!
Today’s poem is about a Halloween Dream.
How long have I been running I just do not know,
Across this dark landscape that I hate so.
Is there an end in sight
Will I escape this tunnel and find the light.
I leave the path and cross the fields
The corn is high in the wind it sways and wields.
Dare I run dare I move.
Is there a balm, my soul to sooth.
Crouching in the long grass by a stream
I pray and pray I shall wake one day from this dream.
Once again I hear the approach
Off the dark soul who on my soul does encroach.
Too late I run I feel his hot breath at my back.
Into the corn I to hide but speed I lack.
His nails scratching at me, my legs like led
Will not carry me. I see the light but it moves away too far too fast .
I fall hard and dash my knee
Too late too late he is upon me.
Fear is closing up my throat
He has me now I can see his eyes gloat.
Just when I can take no more
I fall into the black as I have a thousand times before.
I awake and all is quiet
Immediately feel the need for flight.
How long have I been running I just do not know,
Across this dark landscape that I hate so…..
