I heard creaking bones,
guttural moans. Pain in my ears
from the sudden drop in the wind.
Pressure screamed
like a kettle left upon
the scorching flames of a hob
left unattended long after
the world had been and gone.
I looked outside, peering through my own fear.
Through the veiled window
into the misty night.
Something didn't feel right.
Whispers were crawling
through the dead flowers
left by the gravesides.
There was something strange
gripping the night,
as the blades of grass edged away
from the weird tinge of the light.
There was another sound
carried on the moonlight
which spoke only in forced lies.
The wind motioned,
beckoned, called me over,
speaking gently through
my bedroom window. I invited it in.
The curtains breathed. In then out.
I felt my fear creeping about
and into the darkness my sanity fled.
Screaming.
I was hearing...
The songs of the dead,
a lullaby for the dying.
The sound was welcoming them,
asking them to follow to their new home.
A pied piper made of bone,
luring memory vapour away
somewhere unknown.
I wasn’t supposed to see this,
my mortal eyes were prised open.
Big and wide.
I was seeing directly into the other side.
The veil had split,
the observable universe unravelled
piece by piece. Bit by bit.
And I saw.
I saw...
It.
The personification of evil.
It wasn’t gone.
It had been hiding
in the shadows all along.
I saw the hum
and my mind froze in an instant.
I couldn't move,
I couldn't run.
I just had to look on.
I saw his armies.
Oh. Those armies.
So many beings.
Ready. Waiting.
My brain was numb
like a limb you have been laying upon,
and the pins and needles
have been and gone,
leaving behind just a dead weight.
I could only wait
like the dead lying in state
awaiting some even more devastating fate.
And then as quickly as it had begun.
The vision split,
it dripped out of the atmosphere
like a raindrop from a clear sky.
Replaced by the outside air.
Replaced by the morning sun.
Was this a warning, a trial run?
Was the hum really there,
or was my mind losing
its grasp onto a reality
that never really seemed to care.
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