The night came fast,
In terror to you and me.
Things of the past
Didn’t cease to torment we.
Thumps of a heart,
Are heard in our space.
But we do not live,
So how could this be?
Opening my eyes to see
I am terrified of what’s in front of me.
A spectral figure,
Transparent and speaking in Latin
With a heart in its chest beating fast.
The blood that flows is thick and green
With a glow emitting in a dazzling display.
Reaching out I swipe at thee
Only to find that my hand
Is not attached to me.
Panic sets in as the apparition
Glides closer to we
I feel your breath
Catch in your chest
As your dead body slides closer to me.
Here in our tomb
Our souls are mined
By the reaper of evil
Who knows of our sins
We escaped conviction in life
But in death
We will pay
The ultimate price
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Marcus Alan Perkins
I’m a father, published author, student, avid reader, husband, and advocate for equality for all. I am going to use this platform for my short stories and poems. Follow me on Facebook: @Author.MarcusPerkins, Twitter handle: @AMarcusperkins
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