Fear: Case 11073

When silence lives
among one's foes
it's hiding places
no one knows.
Beyond directions
which you chose
wondering where
your whisper goes.

To open up
the gate of hell
discover what you
know so well.
Each heaven-sent
angel fell
to battle where
you do now dwell.

As scarlet seeps
from every wall
and chills depict
the frozen hall.
The cold will then
begin to sprawl
as your skin
begins to crawl.

And white will start
to tuck and fold
you'll pass beyond
this dead threshold.
The air will then
seem stiff and cold
you'll soon remember
what you've been told.

You'll open mouth
to hear no scream
since everything's
what it may seem.
No light casts
a golden gleam
to turn your nightmare
to a dream.

As if to run
you then will turn
locked in place
you soon will learn.
Candles which
have ceases to burn
are meant to make
your stomach churn.

Sight will then
start to blur
shadows soon
begin to stir.
The oxygen you
breathe impure
the faintest echoes
you will lure.

Haunts then will
materialize
terror swells
to larger size.
Appearing before
dreading eyes
your beating
heart immobilized.

As if to beckon
you for more
something slams
the heavy door.
To breathe in
such unearthly horror,
a chilling sense
of metaphor.

You'll close your eyes
and fade to grey
avoiding the game
that these ghosts play.
the thirteenth minute
of the thirteenth day
protect yourself
and fall to pray.

10/28/00

10/28/2000

Author's Note: I did this poem distinctly to sound edgar allen poe-esque. Normally I vehemently oppose rhyming but this is one of the few cases I found that it worked, so I went ahead with it.

Posted on 12/13/2003
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