Olde Hallow’s Eve (#HalloweenChallenge)

sjw2014:

The first poem from my friend Der Erzahler’s Halloween challenge. I hope you all enjoy as much as I did xx

Originally posted on Der Erzahler's Musings:

The clock is ticking, soon it will be time and I am not there

I’m running, my thin soled shoes flapping the early morning dew up,

My breath a white mist as I pant uncontrollably,

The dress I hastily put on is ripped to shreds as I run through brambles,

I must be with you in time to see you wake.

The ground rises up to meet me as I fall breathlessly to the stone,

I grope, blinded by the darkness and the tears, trying to find your head stone

It’s here and getting colder, I am just in time.

Sitting back on my legs, my hands clasped in front, I wait patiently,

In death as in life you have never let me down.

In the village behind, the clock strikes midnight ominously,

A mist slowly starts to form above where you lie

Even in this darkness I can see…

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