Chilling End to You

Chilling End to You

A Poem by Xander West
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A Halloween treat

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Alone on a cold devilish night I lie in my bed,

Overcome with a dreary sense of haunted dread,

Wind hollering to the full blood moon outside,

Under my covers do I childishly hide.

 

Startlingly noises I hear as I attempt to sleep,

A child in my house I hear frightenly weep,

Alerted my tired senses work in overtime,

They must be playing tricks upon my weary mind.

 

Again I hear the cries looming down the hall,

Whimpering, sniffling, blood-curdling and all,

I stare at my door frozen like a corpse in fear,

Waiting for a ghastly aberration to suddenly appear.

 

Time stands still, seconds creep by like eternity,

Yet nothing appears as I slowly lose my sanity,  

Until my heart stops the god-awful pounding

And I close my eyes to fall back to sleep soundly.

 

Blissfully in my warm bed I rest, but so little I knew,

Until an eerie voice whispered “He is coming for you”

I spring up ready to attack the source of the grisly whisper,

Yet I ran out my room while expelling a terrified whimper.

 

Sprinting out my house I stumble upon my lawn,

Eyes wide open as I look for the devil’s spawn,

I look up to see the full blood moon in the sky glist,

Only to watch it vanish into an all-covering strange mist.

 

Floundering in the grisly white fog blindly,

Searching for something to hold on to frantically,

Running around in the ghoulish haze madly,

Screaming out for help as I bumble recklessly. 

 

Until I stumble and trip over a unmarked gravestone,

Up through ground reaches a repulsive hand of bones,

Dreadfully griping ahold on my torn pajama leg,

Morbid thoughts enter my mind as I desperately beg.

 

Down into the cold earth I am slowly hauled,

Inch by inch I fight with no avail, so appalled,  

Howling screams I hear all around as I sink beneath,

To enter my spine-chilling grave deep underneath.

 

Awaiting the reader of this to fall fast asleep,

My ghost to enter your house I surely creep,

Into your dark room as you sleep I pass through,

As I whisper into your ear “He is coming for you.”

© 2015 Xander West


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Creepy and haunting! :) I liked it! I love the imagery and descriptions you used to tell a story~

Posted 8 Years Ago


Xander West

8 Years Ago

Thank you. I was writing something to tell my daughters for a bed story on Halloween. yeah, I can .. read more
MissLaine

8 Years Ago

lol. I am sure they will indeed have nightmares! haha . Just make sure they watch something happy an.. read more

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Added on October 27, 2015
Last Updated on October 29, 2015
Tags: horror, scary, thiller, dark, death, depression, poem, poetry, pain, mystery, sad

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Xander West
Xander West

Suffolk, United Kingdom



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I lost my passion to write for several years, better yet, I ignored my passion to write for several years. I am only once again touching my surface. more..

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