The Horrid Spectre

Barred by the black pine
A wilderness of weeds and brush
Winding walk, crumbling brick
Doors sag on broken hinges
Premonition, imminent peril
Nerves tingling, why am I here?
The sun sank, we were tired

I awoke to ghastly whispers
Piping shrill, melodious
A scream split the stillness
Reality left, you had too
What's that crouching on the stairs?
Bent misshapen, shadowy thing
His eyes were glassy and set
Blood oozed from the gash
That cleft the crown of his head

I can't define the horror that grips me
Fright creeps through icy veins
She stands before me, apparition
I cannot awake from this coma

My god, three wilted mummified shapes
Clad in the garments of a century past
Their slippers cleared the floor
As they hung by withered necks
I sensed lunacies presence



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Writer(s): Race Of Devils
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