Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Spooky Season, SS Poems, Writing

The Visitor

Midnight whispered to the sea,
moonlight poking through the trees,
and through the window wandered dread,
his shadow tall, his eyes so red.

As I stared up from my bed,
certain that I couldn’t flee,
I shivered as his shadow spread,
creeping ever close to me.

I mouthed to midnight, silently,
but she could only watch him tread,
across the room with so much glee,
his destination was my bed.

I pinched my skin with urgency,
hoping the spirit was just a dream,
but I felt his claws as they pierced my flesh,
and I heard him laugh, as I greeted death.

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