I woke from late night slumber
To the sounds of a rusty door
My body soaked from fearful sweat
As like many times before.
The fear has overwhelmed me
As I do not dare to move
As I await the sound of footsteps
Closing nearer to my room.
A chill has consumed my body
As my breath now fills the air
As ice into a winter’s night
This cold… I cannot bare.
The steps are now upon me
As my door begins to move
Like a moment just before one’s death
My life becomes my tomb.
The door it melts before me
Unveiling darkest fear…
For my wife has now returned from work,
And I my nightmare now is here.
Antony King 2018

Happy Halloween!