There is a lane,
so beautiful by day,
yet the dark steals it beauty far away.
Replaced by something only death holds dear, so oppressive thick with fear.
Once wide it shrinks when it has you inside, you cannot go back its behind you to the side & waiting for you at the end there is nowhere to hide.
Screams fill the air , the hedges shake violently something is there.
The one street light now dies its the stuff of dark dark fairytales.
The air is cold like the harshness of a snow storm in the depths of winter i would see my own breath i just dare not breath i cannot get warm.
Every step feels like my last, a game of paranormal roulette an evil game cast, the host of this game is a dark twisted not ghost but creature, i have an image in my minds eye & it just stares right through my soul why ?
It is ugly, withery, tall, hairless i wish that was all.
The eyes, those eyes like every blood moon that ever existed all entangled into one, the devil himself would run away like a loon.
I close my eyes to no avail its in my sight whatever i do, now i feel pale,
i feel i must accept my fate i going to the dark side my chance to run i left to late. As i take my last step forward ever ........i remember there is a lane i should never have gone down it wasn't very clever ....now darkness owns me & all the lanes daytime beauty.
© sapphire Lilith Parisa