Mine to Keep

Warning: This poem is about murder and paranormal activity. Please be advised.

In the darkness, a chilling breeze blasts

Through the halls of her aged home, it pants

Alone, a lovely colleen hesitantly scurries

Amongst the shadows with great worries

She is searching for her one and only friend

The one no one sees but only she can

Her parents nothing more than pure theists

Denies such an imaginary creature exists

But her new friend was absolutely real to her

His black hair is sinewy like a crow’s feather

Tattered shirt and torn jeans he always kept

Full of dried blood she had learned to accept

The fun they had together was purely blissful

But this night his tone turned demonically dreadful

Angered by the constant preaching from her guardians

He became furious against their Holy Lord lessons

His favorite knife in hand, he stood at their door

The young lassie saw him and dropped to the floor

He slithered his way quietly to the side of their bed

And before she knew it they were both slayed dead

Clawing and beating their skin like some rabid dog

Intoxicated with great pleasure at his veracious slog  

Tilting his head slightly sideways, he peered at her

His eyes arched and glowing like burning red amber

With a blink of an eye he appeared at her face

Her parents’ blood sticking to her as they embrace

Trembling from fear, she escapes from his grip

Traumatized from the loss of her only kinship

Blamed for their demise, young child is committed

Growing up in a system of bars, murderer branded

Finally accepting her fate and undergoing treatment

Her old friend appears, remains hauntingly cogent