Something Wicked Stalks the Light
In the gathering darkness, the echoing footsteps of something shadowed stalks your every step…
Foggy, Pirates Alley, New Orleans, Louisiana photo via Maria
Nighttime walk down a lonely city street
Trailed by the echoing of another’s feet
Electric street lamps sizzling, a flickering
Create fluid shadows dancing, snickering
In the gloom… something wicked stalks the light
prowling in the shadows… just beyond sight.
Just there… right out the corner of your eye
Something formless… something undefined you spy
Creeping closer… closer… yet still unseen
Slithering… shambling… murmuring… obscene
Dark malevolence dwells in the darkness
You hear in the shadows a susurus
An itch prickles between your shoulder blades
Your small courage so very quickly fades
Breath catching… you gasp… “Breathe” you tell yourself
Walking ever faster, you hope for help
The steps behind speed up… keep pace with you
With a loud clomp, stomp, scramble… what to do?
Don’t look deep… don’t peer into the shadows
Or you’ll be lost… forever lost in fear’s throes
A light… gasp… right there… up ahead… just goes out
Shadows in blackening gloom there now sprout
In the dark, shadowed depths, blazing red eyes
Feeding off the terror in your fear’s rise
A sudden turning taking you away
From that lonely path where those shadows play
A #horror themed #onomatopoeic poem of #anxiety on a lonely, possibly evil inhabited street. Is it just your imagination? Do you really even want to find out? – © 08 October 2014, by D. Denise Dianaty
Fear lingers beneath the surface of words, my friend. And yet, in a perversive way, it makes this poem enjoyable.
Thank you. I’m pleased you enjoyed it. I’d appreciate your upvote for it too.
Sure. Done. Check my latest poems too. It is pleasure to exchange thoughts over poems with you.
Thanks! And, yes, it is.
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Great writing.
I related this to my childhood where i was so afraid of the night and even a window's creaking sound rose terrors in me.
Thanks. For me, this is the feeling of being a woman alone on a deserted street at night. There was this alleyway I had to pass through on my way across campus back to the dorm. It was one of those places where you heard scurrying sounds, footsteps out of sync with your own echoed off the walls, and the sound of random dropped or kicked glass bottles.