Monday, January 12, 2015

The Dark Figure

The sky was crimson
The sun white
The river gleamed
It was almost night

Fear struck through the town
As the darkness caved in
The silent, eerie streets
Were now graves within

The undefined figures
Rose from the grounds
The screams of the people
Were the last of the sounds

A shadow cast upon my bed
I was afraid to open my eyes
For I knew it was the end
I had heard him sigh....