So I was talking to friend of mine who mentioned that they really liked the macabre stuff that I did for NaPoWriMo last year. This one’s for you Mike.

Nightwalker

The cold wind blows the dead leaves through,
My ankles in the dark.
The moon between the clouds may shed,
It’s light upon the park.

The moaning wind and rustling leaves,
Drown nearly every sound.
Like the tread of pursuing feet,
‘Cross moonlight silvered ground.

If anyone should chance to look,
From their home safe and tight.
They’d see naught but some shadows pass,
Dark shapes in dark, dark night.

You can’t see us for we’re not here,
Weren’t here the night before.
For all this happened long ago,
One hundred years or more.

Those who pursued at last did catch, And worked their evil will.
Now my bones lie within the marsh,
Beneath this very hill.

If you don’t want me roaming here,
Would like to sleep at night.
Then find my bones and see that I,
At last am buried right.

Cheers, Winston