Full moon...
A lantern hanging upon the gallows,
The pendulum of life swings the hymn of death,

Something...

There is something...

Something is prowling upon the moor’s dead shore...

In the shroud of the ghostly fog it quietly creeps,
It lurks hunched to the muddy ground,
It stalks with a rage soaked in the sweat of evil,

It knows...

It knows you...

It lusts for you...

Claws, jagged yellow bone,
Eyes, slits dripping with molten fire,
Stench, a graveyard of freshly severed sin,

It comes...

Here it comes...

Look here! It’s right here!



©Rangzeb Hussain