Walking in the dark ghostly night
During the black stillness of twilight
Into the forest of superstitious fear
Burning eyes through you do sear
A fuliginous mist hung in the air
Obscured things that werent there
Atmosphere held a sinister feel
Fueling fears how will you deal
Secrets held on this eves hallow
Bodies hid in graves so shallow
Sending through you such chills
Behind the spooky haunted hills
When you hear a thumping sound
Jumping in fright you turn around
Thinking this could be your ending
Doomed feelings now are pending
Screeching screams of night owls
Werewolves deep guttural growls
Make your skin feel it's crawling
Leaving you there standing bawling
~No one escape from life alive you see~
So stay at home and you'll be free
~Even the dead tell stories of fright~
On this Ghoulish monsters night
"No one escapes from life alive"
~Michael Crichton~
"Even the dead tell stories"
~Marcus Sedgwick~
Haha my sad attempt at scary!;)
A clear view of the Arabian blue
I don’t ‘inch’ closer, I ‘mile’ ahead
In a relaxed cockpit, shared by two.
A proud teacher, my knowledge I spread
‘To fly they must have flown before’
Break this infinite loop; I choose instead
Let them learn, I don’t keep score.
Even if mistakes are made;
To make them like me, I will ignore.
The airstrip is small, a challenging glade.
Mangalore approaches, I flew from Dubai,
My fingers remain crossed, I am little afraid.
The plane crashes, sixty and hundred die.
I teach others rules. But rules - to me they don’t apply.
Based on the theme from the novel Airframe from Michael Crichton superimposed on the ill-
fated plane crash Air India Express Flight 812, on 22 May 2010.
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