My friend
By Mat Growcott
The poem of the insane boy.Authors note: I wrote this in about 10 minutes. I didn't edit it so don't expect it to be world class. Hope you enjoy :P
I wake, the sweat pours down my forehead.
I dreams of monsters and of the dead.
Things about which I've only read,
The horrors from inside my skull
Will keep me up for the nights to come.
I need to know, are you real?
Of course I am, you can feel.
Oh yes of course, I reply shocked
I can feel your bony hand and see the hollows for your eyes
And as you take you head of, I wonder how you died.
He laughs out loud and starts to sing
Of the olden days, when he was king.
Of several places all at once
He was evil beyond reckoning
Forced to live beyond the grave
To be a king of his lifeless slaves
Once again he laughs out loud.
As I begin to wake from my sleep, safe and sound.
I awake in a new place I examine it well,
Wondering if I will be found.
I stand up tall and walk to the door.
My mortal body on the floor.
I stare at the clock hanging on the wall,
October 31st
I laugh and smile at the dead mans song...
This is Halloween, may it be long...