A poem about the spirit of a murder victim who seeks revenge. I wrote this one Halloween, just for the fun of it.
In a dark and gloomy forest
Echoed screeches in the night
Where there wouldn’t be a witness
To a bloody mortal fight
Here they brought me in the moonlight
Though I struggled to break free
They drug me to this wretched place
Where there was not a soul to see
In this godforsaken jungle
In the icy, drenching rain
We fought a savage, gory battle
But my struggle was in vain
In this woodland so deserted
Where I never will be found
The heartless devils showed no mercy
As my blood spilled on the ground
In a shallow grave they laid me
Far from family and friends,
And now the story of my life
Has reached a bitter, tragic end
But, though my flesh lies numb and slaughtered
Here beneath the frigid ground,
In the coolness of the night air
I arose to hunt them down
Toward the wicked, ruthless killers
Went my spirit on the wind
And into their sleeping consciousness
My specter did descend
They awoke with screams and tremors,
There was nowhere they could hide,
Forever haunted by the phantom
Of the innocent who died
I never ceased to give them torment,
Frights and tortures in the night
Soon they realized to their horror
Who’d be victor in this fight
To the dreaded woods I beckoned
And they knew they could not flee
In fear and loathing they returned
To that vile spot they murdered me
In violent rage they slew each other,
For they could not stand the pain
Of ghastly horror they both carried,
I had driven them insane
Now the breeze floats cool and peaceful
And the timbers gently wave
O’er the bodies of the murderers
Beside my shallow grave
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