The eerie air sends me fear,
For how long, I can't even think,
In the cloak of night I hear the creak,
Sending along my cold back,another chill
In the midst of all, rooted terror lives,
Specters hunt with terrifying shrieks
In the soul, there's just and endless fear,
Gasping to its breath for the last thrill.
The spirit at last wakes up,
In a spell the curse is broken, released,
The demoniac fiend there resides no more,
And free of bonds, the soul let go of its fear.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
