Day left me, the day surrendered to dusk,
The darkness was swift; the shadows there seemed to drift…
Gray smoke, gray smoke, an odorous vaporous musk. 


Silent steps, the silent approach of their gloom,
Comes with the twilight, the empty void of the night…
Cunning, cunning stealth; insidious comes the doom. 

They appear, they appear ‘neath ominous shrouds,
Floating o’er the ground no footsteps had made a sound…
Carried, carried swiftly upon nebulous clouds.
  
Pale faces, pale reflections… an eerie glow,
Eyes staring forward, confident, coming toward
Me, closer, closer, I should run, hide, I should GO! 


Hooded, like the reaper, like angels of death,
Glowing faces of white holding me in their sight.
Pulling, pulling at my soul, stealing my breath. 



Two, together as one they came, they came…
I could hear the call from these little ones, so small
“We are so hungry”, then they called me by name!
  
Nearer, nearer still, then to my surprise
I took a chance and with one shuttering glance
I saw, I saw the abyss within their black eyes. 

Black, black and lacking life, lacking a soul…
No emotion, nothing there, empty and bare;
Just blackness, no light, blacker than the blackest coal. 

Young ones, young – each a youngster; a small child.
How could this be and what did they want from me?
They stopped, stopped and stood quiet, I sensed something wild… 

I ran not looking back, fearing I’d die.
Black eyed children frozen inside their shrill din…
Echoes, echoes all around, resounds that haunting cry. 

Two, they came, by two they had arrived,
Children of the night; gave me a terrible fright.
But I, but I, for the grace of god, I survived.








M Teresa Clayton

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

IN THE CHASM

Image
In the chasms of doctrine and superstition, Standing at the brink of our delusions, Buried ‘neath the weight of my own contrition, Waiting for judgment’s final conclusions, Waiting for the moment of condemnation, Waiting for all the charges to be read. Sentenced to life’s eternal damnation, These decaying corpses of our undead. We who walk through the alluvial wasteland, Charged to witness our own perversions; Obscenities feeding upon the damned, Bound by the threads of our own aversions. M Teresa Clayton
Read more

THEY OWE US NOTHING

Image
They owe us nothing, we watched, and we saw everything. We understand the pain all our choices still bring. Suffering still, the mental battles once lost. Buying a life worth living -  such a high cost. We were jacks of all trades, yet masters of none, Toy soldiers unaware a war had begun. Confused, we never knew which side to take. Damn the night and the choices we would make. Sins never mattered, no judgment to face, Strange atonements, stains easy to erase. The memories remain to remind us - Histories remain, they will not blind us. We are always here watching and waiting, Perverse obsessions, anticipating. Calling out for help in your mortal realm; Let go of the choices, we’ll take the helm. No need to prove yourself, no battles here, Walk away before choices reappear. Never return, nothing here that you need; Life cuts you in pieces to watch you bleed. Bind your wounds, bind each thought, action and word. Choice is a les...
Read more

My Blue Velvet - Breathing You In - Saying the Words

Image
Inspired write from another syneasthete - February is Syneasthesia Month (for my birthday) I will be interviewed and sharing the spotlight with Joseph Zeppardo and Shannon Lyons (if all goes well) - I'll announce it here. Sitting here listening to a cacophony of melodies telling me what my story is. ALONE, the color one sees when they close their eyes with a faint fever developing beneath long feathery lashes - Lips a shade of coral blush that tastes like sweet honey fresh from the hive. OMG yes, I'm a words person - Certain words especially have such a luxurious and beautiful velvet color - Metaphor is a midnight blue and I want to reach out and touch it. Lucidity is a word that changes color as you move it with the light. When someone calls me "Your Grace" I feel it in my bones and it feels soft, like kiss - just close enough that I can feel his breath against my cheek as he withdraws and offers his hand to cup my face, I become weak and ...
Read more