The Voice

Feel the night wrap around you,
In a black shroud of mystery,
Feel the cold air engulf you,
As the dark stalks your liberty,
Trapping you in its steely grip,
Tormenting your tranquility.

There will be no sleep for you tonight,
As the shadows creep around your room,
While the rain comes down in torrents,
And rattles against your window pane,
As the thunder rumbles overhead,
And lightning flashes through the trees,
Tearing through the rain filled clouds,
And the wind howls like a banshee.

A voice, so soft and beckoning,
You hear with a moments lull of the storm,
Or was your imagination playing tricks?
Who's voice could it be when you're all alone?
A roar of thunder, a lightning flash,
Illuminates the darkened room,
What was that stood by the foot of the bed?
Was that really the silhouette of a woman?

That voice again, so soft and sweet,
Like a lullaby to a frightened child,
Almost inaudible in its whispered state,
But oh so real, so very real!
Anxious to find out the truth,
Fumbling through the dark for the switch,
To flood the darkened room with light,
But you see nothing as the shadows retreat.

Again the voice, persistent and sad,
And the sound of footsteps on the stairs,
You put on your robe to go and investigate,
When a crash of thunder takes you unawares,
And the lightning lights the way ahead.
Again a glimpse of a female form,
Your heart beats fast with uncertain fear,
Holding back those fears you follow on.

You ascend the stairs to the top of the house,
Following the sound of the shuffling feet,
Glimpsing the ghost as it dances with shadows,
Enchanted by the voice, so soft and sweet.
Convinced now that what you saw was real,
You call out eagerly for it to wait,
But for all you wish to see this ghost,
A glimpse is all you get.

Then all at once with a thunderous crash,
A lightning bolt smashes through the glass,
And you get your final fleeting glimpse,
Before being blinded by the flash.
You slump to the floor with mortal fear,
As tears of blood run down your face,
And the last voice that you will ever remember,
Is of the eyeless woman with the soft sad voice.

Feel the night wrap around you,
In a black shroud of mystery,
Feel the cold air engulf you,
As the dark stalks your liberty,
Trapping you in its steely grip,
Tormenting your tranquility.