Lost Souls

Whispers and shadows breaking the light,
Echoes and shivers disturbing the night,
Someone behind me, a noise in the trees,
I feel so alone, and so ill at ease.

This journey is foreign, not one of my trails.
I accepted a dare, now I’m biting my nails.
There are tails of horror, stories I’ve heard.
I took little notice, just found it absurd.

So I took up the challenge, to walk here alone.
My spine is quite tingly; I’m chilled to the bone.
There are forces at work that I can’t explain.
The stench of the bodies, rotting remains.

My palms are all sweaty, I’m shivering cold.
I didn’t believe the things I’d been told.
My pulse is now racing, my neck feels a chill.
I’m feeling quite nauseous, I’m really quite ill.

My hair stands on end, I’m ready to dart.
I cannot ignore the beat of my heart.
A strange mist goes by me, just brushing my cheek
My legs turn to jelly, I’m feeling so weak.

A man dashes by, his jacket on fire,
As he gets ever closer, I begin to perspire.
As I take a step backwards, my eyes open wide.
I see on the gravestone, the date that he died.