Hey there, book lovers.
As you can tell by the title of this, I’m sharing another poem! Again, it’s slightly horror-based, so perhaps not for those of nervous or a more sensitive disposition.
But I hope you like it, anyway! Please do let me know what you think in the comments below. I really appreciate feedback on my own work!
It might be interesting to listen to Agnes Obel’s The Curse while you read this, it just has that perfectly eerie feel to the song. And her voice is beautiful, too. You can find the video here:
You can hear their voices in the dusty old room on the upstairs floor
when the lights are dimmed
and all are sleeping peacefully in their beds
Speaking of unfulfilled tales and lost dreams
of past lives
an eerie kind of compassion amongst the depths.
A single flame has been lit.
One burning light
simmering away the wick of a candle
in the night’s shadowy silence.
A figure appears.
Footsteps leaping down stone steps
‘Who goes there?’
Not quite awake.
But when the darkness comes
there is no escaping the disturbed.
they can be deadly.
Once a spirit has been awakened
from one ghostly slumber
another’s bundle’s utterances disturbed
there is nowhere to run.
The man feels the shadows around him growing bigger
becoming more and more, and more
Whispers and screams he has never heard before
they are circling around him
He cannot see
but he knows there is something there
feels the shivers vibrating through his bones
a single slice.
Pain rippling through his body
a searing pain like no other
and then there is nothing but silence.
And all memories of the night are gone.