Murder At Night
The screech of claws scratching against my window,
The flickering beams of flashlights reflect into my haunted eyes,
The shivers creep down my spine with feeling of endless fear,
The sound of footsteps in darkness; so cold at night,
The hours become continuous as I begin to panic,
The eery surroundings find its target,
The blood poors heavily as I watch suffering pain,
The stains of deaths medallion forever lays;
upon the victims pillow.
Copyright © Katrina Arthur | Year Posted 2011
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