On a page in a motion I have conjured the frightening emotion. The lights were shut, The eyes were wide awake The world was about to feel one final shake.
In the middle the suspense builds, filling in the absent fields. The silent tone, ice chilled bones, The smoke came around without the fire, The door shut loud with a bang.
The shrieks and the gasps, the noise of intake loud to the ears, listening to the footsteps following my steps, I look behind the pitch black view, hands ahead looking for shape and size.
What is behind is also in front! The panicked flight, in beat with the fright catching on. The rush out the haunted room in time with the first light, morning rooms no darkness looms.
The gates shut with no feet in, outside the town passing by lawns, fearing the dark escaping the arc carrying the lamp for the coming night no one out on the starry light.