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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Got the title for this horror poem from an old love song.

Submitted: January 28, 2011

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Submitted: January 28, 2011



Screaming from a darkening alley
As evening shadows start to fall,
Mournful weeping like a weary ghost
Casts an eerie, dirge like pall.

Sobbing fills the twilit sky
As death comes surely creeping round,
Evil slinking through darkened suburbs
Of a lifeless, fearful town.

Death goes hunting through the shadows
Of a town that’s lost to fright,
Wary inhabitants stay locked indoors
Hiding till the coming daylight.

Dressed in raiments of a beggar
Through dark shadows death does glide,
Hoping soon to find an egress
To reach those hidden deep inside.

Silent, like a shadowy phantom
Death creeps round the empty street,
Eager soon to snatch the life from
Homeless folk whom it might meet.

As evening shadows slowly fall
Terror slinks along your spine,
Racing through the darkened streets
You’re frantic just to get inside:

For those who walk the streets by night
Are prone to meet an awful soul,
A figure like some fabled reaper
Killing is its only goal.

Grimly stalking through the shadows
Of a suburb lost to terror,
Like some throwback to primordial times
A living, breathing, killing error.

Through the streets of
A doleful figure slowly walks,
On the trail of luckless street folk
Through the night the figure stalks.

Gone all hopes; all promises
Gone now are all cheery dreams,
Through night’s veil dark shadows creep
Then from the dark rings out loud screams.

Evening shadows slowly fade
As the daylight comes around,
And the loathsome reaping figure
Goes to hide deep underground.

Till the shadows fall again
Bringing with them dreadful promise,
That the horrid cowled figure
Will bring to all death’s icy kiss.

© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts

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