he said at midnight
delay not to be allowed
must not disobey.
lone bell tower tolls
gate screech echoes in the gloom
clouds shred dim moonlight
ground mist leads the way
gravel crunch with step by step
thick shadow masks breath
bone chill damp horror
lifeless darkness enables
dread - the death awaits
nearer to the tomb
cold stone bodes the future and
bleak despair enfolds
gray hands stretch outward
beckon me close - fate at last
I am here, master
Very chilling!
Dark and haunting. 🩶