Alone in The Mist, a poem by Jesse Batista at Spilwords.com

Alone in The Mist

written by: Jesse Batista

 

Walking past the boneyard
On this All-Hallows’ Eve
Startled, caught off guard
A friend has something up their sleeve

A rustle in the distance
Full moon shown bright
Specters are non-existence
Chills in the air this night

Safety in numbers
Disappear one by one
The dead woke from slumbers
Or friends having fun

Left alone in the mist
Thick and profuse
Stop, you insist
Insanity on the loose

Circling, swirling,
Back to the wall
Wind whips through your soul
On your knees you fall

Crouched in the corner
Drenched in sweat from fear
Manifestation of the damned
Death draws near

Grotesque in form
From the other side
They advance in swarm
Those who have died

They rip at the flesh
Dragged to the stones
You fight and thresh
But you’re reduced to bones

Thrown in a hole
Buried alive
Imagination takes control
More horrors to contrive

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