Dreadful Deed

Day 58

Step into the darkness

Hold on to my hand

I will guide you alright.

Heard some whispers?

Never mind them,

Just stay on beside me!

Shadows on the walls,

Crumble of the rocks,

A howling call of the wolf,

Let them not scare you a bit

With my coldness around you

You know you will be just alright.


Day 45

The cold blowing breeze of the night,

Comes again to send chills down the spine.

Relentless deep breaths,

Seem to be of no help.

Clenching on the sheets..

Eyes shut tight,

Beads of sweat on the brow.

A hair-raising whisper by the ear,

And a shrilling scream is heard again.