I Know That I Should Not Have Looked
I know that I should not have looked
My eyes collect the movements
that do frighten to the core
I know that I should not have looked
I’m curious all the more
For there behind the thicket
where the beasties come to play
Lurking in the underbrush
and thorny mass decay
Drooling on the pathway
when the blood begins to seep
Eating pieces of your heart,
the fears they long to reap
Carving out a warning
in the dark archaic stone
Arches built of victim’s
empty vestibules of bone
Gathered neath the shadows
falling bleak the universe
Twisted, barely visible
the message fills the curse
Dare not seek what leads the eyes,
upon this sanctuary tread
None shall live to hear the cries,
echoes fall among the dead
Follow forth another way
lest death become your wandered path
Turn about this end of day
or face the heartless aftermath
There behind the thicket
where the beasties come to play
It’s best this evening to beware
and look the other way
For the I should not have looked Poetry contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose
5/31/17
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