A hollow wind blew through the cracks
Of the dusty, dry, grey ground
It sent a shiver down my back
That dreadful groaning sound
Below the black hill where I stood
Colourless spectres roamed
Towards a far off darkened woods
Down a broken road
Above my head the sky hung dreary
With heavy bottomed clouds
Just to see them made me weary
As they drizzled cold rain down
I turned up my collar against the rain
And started for the trees
For I live now on this dark astral plain
With its sorrowful moaning breeze
I gained the plateau at the base
Of they great tall darkened hill
There I met a man with out a face
Though he made for the forest still
With jerky movements in slow motion
They all trod their path on
I was hit with a startling notion
That all I saw was wrong
For here I moved as ever I had
In my waking life
In tattered rags all others were clad
Where I was clothed in white
I began to notice as I passed
All dead eyes turned to me
Fearful I began to run fast
Towards those ominous trees
A screeching and ungodly wailing
Split the eternal night
And against a wall of dead I was railing
With the tree coming nigh
My foot crossed into the forest
And every thing went black
I trembled awaiting some new horror
Then woke up lying on my back
My sheets were plastered to my skin
Sweat coated every inch of me
Through my window dead eyes peered in
A sea of ghosts awaiting me
©Aarron Mondello
25/2/2018
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