Creeping Memories

Red eyes pierce the ghostly mists,
From Gothic windows they do watch,
The gentle mist of winter's breath,
That rolls across deserted streets.

Only the crows dwell here now,
They roost upon the hanging post,
And static wheels of life long gone.
Their eerie caws disturb the ghosts.

Lifeless trees stand cold and bare,
Their dark and dreary shadows cast,
Amid the crumbling decay of time,
That holds the mysteries of the past.

Creeping memories moan and groan,
To be replayed forevermore,
To the sound of a single tolling bell.
They crawl inside your pores.

They bring a shiver to your spine,
Goosebump pimples roughen your skin,
Fear descends upon your thoughts,
And deep anxiety engulfs your mind.

Deep and silent is twilight's hush,
Cold, so cold, it's misty shawl,
Shadows dance before your eyes,
And you think you hear a wailing call.

Startled by the sound of footsteps,
You turn around, but no one's there,
You let a gasp escape your lips,
Which freezes with the cold night air.

Something's watching, you can feel,
A stare that goes right through you,
To chill your bones and still you heart,
To skip a beat of deja vu.

A memory lingers, unrecalled,
A past event, unrealized,
It niggles at your unconscious thought,
Frighteningly uncompromised.

Doubts of your own sanity,
Leave you to quibble like a child,
As shadowed mists dance around you,
You curl up from the fear you feel.

The wind howls through broken windows,
The eerie cry of a banshee wail,
With your state of frightened emotion,
You curl into a tighter ball.

The crows caw their cackling laughter,
As if to mock your deepest fears,
Your heart beats hard against your breast,
And your face is streaked with frightened tears.

You scream a scream to fears crescendo,
You body shakes uncontrollably,
You clasp your hands in prayer for deliverance,
And you roar at the daybreak to hurry.

The dawn light brings a ray of life,
To this graveyard town of ghosts,
To rescue you back to the present,
From the creeping memories of the past.