by Mystical Geisha
In the moonlight I follow a dark narrow
path,
In an unfamiiar thicket of
gloom.
Lead to a cemetary I've seen
before,
With a fog heavy and
laddened with doom.
For reasons unknown I approach a fresh grave,
Unable to read the name on the
stone.
My heart races faster,
apprehension grows,
Can't ignore
the fact that I'm not alone.
I hear my name echoing through the
black night,
Entranced by an
irresistible spell.
Despite the
urge to run and escape this strange place,
Paralyzed, I'm imprisoned within
this Hell.
Evil spirits dance in a mist glowing red,
A gruesome ritual in which I
partake.
As fear is replaced with
an eery content,
I suddenly realize
that I am awake.......
