Checkmate
Tic tock, tock tic
These are the strange unorthodox sounds
Coming from my mantle clock
As the witching hour comes to a near
I start to anticipate in fear
A truly cold evil presence begins to appear
It hovers next to me and whispers in my ear
"Give your soul to me my dear"
The hairs on the back of my neck begin to rise
I keep telling myself not to act surprised
Keep calm, relax, and it will go away
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
I run so fast out of the room
To hide from that scary terrifying gloom
A dark growling voice begins to speak from outside my home
"I am here to stay"
"Your soul is my prey"
"I will find you soon my stray"
Shaking like a leaf and in disbelief
I quickly gather my thoughts
But it is too late
The ghostly evil entity is now in front of me
It quickly removes my ability to see
While laughing uncontrollably
As it slowly takes away my soul from my body
I am feeling groggy
Departing, leaving, now dying
Believing this is it
As I accept my fate
The last thing I hear, it says
"Checkmate"
Copyright © Steven Kopko | Year Posted 2019
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