Shadows Follow...

Shadows Follow...

A Poem by Winter of '97

A haunting poem...


Shadows follow. Mist swirls. At last...the smell of mortal life oozes through the open window. So stupidly brave. He thinks he can kill me...I’ve already died. He doesn’t have a chance.

So small...shaking at the knees, jumping at creaks...running from shadows. So terribly lost. Ha. He’s never going back. I step from the shadows, twisting my image, presenting myself as a terrified innocent child. I reach for his hand. I feel his heart melting as he takes it. Placing my small finger tips on his palm...slowly, I meet his gaze. His weak. Hardly worth the effort...But...It will have to do. I focus in, pulling his thoughts, ripping his mind, burning him from the inside. He screams in pain, twisting, squirming, trying desperately to escape.’s too late. Slowly sinking to his knees...the last thing he hears, my voice, echoing through his everlasting nightmare.

© 2012 Winter of '97

Author's Note

Winter of '97
My only horror sort of poem...what do you think?

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Wow....i'm in awe
So dark and descriptive
Well done,very well done...

Posted 7 Years Ago

Cool, this is the first horror I've ever read of yours. I feel like this is a child who has been misplaced at birth and has been recreated for the sole purpose of death. Wow, it's late. I need coffee.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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2 Reviews
Added on March 27, 2012
Last Updated on March 28, 2012
Tags: Haunted, Scary, Nightmare, Children, Gothic, House


Winter of '97
Winter of '97

Hey(: I'm fourteen years old and was born in New Zealand(: though im also a British citizen(: I love writing but can never seem to finish anything!! more..