Once More

I am really not sure about this one. The whole ‘Once more…’ repeating motif. I read it and it seems to work, but I’m not the best judge of this stuff. Anyway… I hope you like it. Thank you for reading.

Once more down dark and twisting roads,
Once more among the black,
Once more into the nightly fray,
Once more no looking back;

Once more my safety in my hands,
Once more a fear of death,
Once more the swiftly beating heart,
Once more a lack of breath;

Once more the light retreats from me,
Once more the darkness grows,
Once more my voice screams in the night,
Once more no other knows;

Once more my nightmares come for me,
Once more my terror wins,
Once more so lost inside the night,
Once more my fear has wings;

Once more the never ending sleep,
Once more a world in mind,
Once more I fear to never wake,
Once more forever blind;

Once more I wake in early hour,
Once more I’m left to be,
But soon the night returns again,
Once more to torture me.

Footsteps

It’s amazing what can pass through your mind in the quiet minutes just after dawn. This one came to me this morning. Hope you like it.

The beat of footsteps
Echo loud
On floor of weathered wood.
You’d hide away
And not be seen
If only that you could.
But even breath
Exhaled in fear
Is heard by clever ears
And though you cower
In the dark
He knows when he is near.
A shadow long
Precedes his step
And in it darkness blooms
The fear you feel at
Slow approach
Is caused by coming doom.
As closer now his
Hollow tread
In time with thumping heart
Creeps ever near to
Where you wait
For terror soon to start.
No more a dream in
Which you’re lost
Reality comes calling
You close your eyes
And hope to stop
The night from slowly falling.
His first cold touch
Of hand on skin
You know now fate is sealed
And as you look
Into his face
Your evil is revealed.

Beastie

A strange little piece this one, not sure where the imagery comes from but it was quite a vivid picture in my mind. Hope you like it.

A crawling beastie
Cruel and keen
Creeps among the
Darkly dreams
And where it passes
Slow and soft
It brings a shivered
Feeling.

O twisted demon
Cold and black
Remove thy stare
From off my back
And take thyself to
Diff’rent lands
Where winds in voice are
Keening.

A bristled creature
Hard and sick
With eyes of fire
And muscles thick
Hides within the
Thickened shades
Where nightmares dark are
Teeming.

O cackling gremlin
Wicked sin
Chase no more from
Worlds within
For unknown terrors
Summoned forth
Will paint my days with
Screaming.