Below is the poem entitled Darkness Swallows Me Part One which was written by poet
Canino. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Time passes and I wonder how did I come to be here.
I remember watching you from across the misty lawn.
My heart seems to stop beating and I'm almost in fear.
One minute I see you so clearly, the next minute you're gone.
Maybe I'm dreaming and I never saw you at all.
And why am I scared at the same time drawn to you?
Your sultry stare captivates me completely in thrall.
I shake my head as if it would change my perfect view.
I will myself to walk far away from your entrancing eyes.
I'm shaking and I can't figure out why I'm so scared.
This has to be my imagination playing tricks on me I surmise.
Then you appear before me as if by magic and I'm unprepared.
I panic, breathing heavy as I turn to run where you can't find me.
All of a sudden you're before me and I never even saw you pass.
I try to go in another direction, my instincts say to run, flee.
Hiding in a room, hoping you won't see me thru the stained glass.
No such luck, you somehow breathe my name from parted lips.
How could you know my name, I've never even met you before.
You swoop behind me and my body is lost to your shadow's eclipse.
Grabbing me, tearing into my throat, lapping up the blood and gore.
My knees give way and I'm too stunned to even manage a scream.
White spots cloak my vision and I'm feeling as if I may just faint.
I look down at my favorite dress, in the moonlight my blood gleams.
A calm washes over me and the biting feels good, isn't that quaint?
Darkness swallows me and to my relief, I am feeling nothing more.
Visions of gnashing teeth, and spurting blood haunt my once peaceful rest.
Jerking awake, only to realize I lay in a crumpled heap, incredibly sore.
I see that I have a bite on my throat and an even bigger one on my breast.
How will I explain this, and what do I do now, where do I go?
No one will believe me, I'd never believe it if I wasn't here to see.
How odd, I seem to be healing fast, I see that scabs are starting to grow.
I walk towards nowhere, this night was something I didn't foresee.
I sniff the air and smell an oddly familiar scent of earth, musk and fur.
It seems to pull me in that direction, as if I no longer have control.
My instincts tell me that I am going somewhere safe and secure.
I'm healed now, my dried blood now leaves me wondering, do I still have a soul?