The Spook

All at once, An image does appear, Of a time long past, But faces that were once near. The face had once been held dear Casting a spell on the mind, Now the face is gone, And the fear is all that’s left behind. Now in the mind is left a hole, An incredible weight to bind the soul, The face takes on a more frightening form, And to life a more sinister role. In crowds with others, even in the mall, And at every turning of the head, It stares back at you from just down the hall. The face consumes the heart, Drawn long and pale, Dark circles surround the eyes and mouth, Blood drips from the nails, Now an image which began as innocent, Has become deified, Life cannot go on as normal, When the face tears life apart.