Fear
Among
the tree's, into the night sky.
A
mist arrives.
It
circles and swirls.
With
the dampness that falls.
I
hear the children of the night cry.
Figures
and shadows peer behind brush and tree's.
At
times the silence is deafening.
You
may hear a quaint sound.
An
the hair on your neck rise's.
Eye's
strain to see what is there.
Ears
hear, but the mind is filled with doubt.
The
fear tells you, time is running out.
Stumbling
as you go, tripping over what you cannot see.
The
smell of must and dew seems to overwhelm.
A
screech is heard and the children cry.
Your
mind screams.....its your night to die!!!!!!!!
The fright is
real.
Its beyond
what can be registered.
The heart
pounds.
Then the
blackness takes you.
Silence is all
that is left, as you sink into the abyss
........By Kay
Florea