Dangers of the Dark
As darkness fell,
I realised I was lost.
The densely wooded area became a monstrous maze,
in which I blindly groped,
stumbling and tripping over tree roots;
each rustle, each sound
became something sinister
(whereas in daylight they had been benign).
I heard a distinct drumming:
my heart was thudding;
my head full of fiends:
demons, devil-worshippers, witches, werewolves,
spirits and serial killers.
Which one would get me first?
I was sure I wouldn't survive until morning...
written 12th September 2017 for Russell's Dark contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2017
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