Shadows At Midnight
In the quiet of the night
That's what I dread the most
Cause when the clock strikes twelve
That's when I see her ghost
It moves like a shadow
Till it reaches my bed
Then her face comes alive
But her eyes are so dead
The moment seems surreal
Just like a lucid dream
When she takes me by the hand
That's when I start to scream
With her fingers ice cold
And her grip getting tighter
Her eyes grow darker
And the room grows brighter
Then I see how she died
On the day that she drowned
The cops searched everywhere
But her body never found
With her vision in my head
I could feel a cold shiver
Saw a tree wedged her body
Underneath the river
All at once I couldn't breathe
Like I was drowning too
I was gasping for air
With my skin turning blue
My body frozen stiff
Blood pounding in my head
I could see her lips moving
But couldn't tell what she said
Then she pulled her hand away
And I could hear her pleading
She was begging for my help
With her hollow eyes bleeding
She wanted me to find her
To set her spirit free
But where was I to look
And where to find that tree
I could see her desperation
But didn't know what to say
Then heard her sadly groan
As her shadow slipped away
I lay there feeling helpless
With no inspiration
Unable to determine
Her body's last location
Now the clock is ticking down
Till I'm paralyzed with fright
This nightmare plays again
At twelve tomorrow night
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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