The cold night airing the graveyard brings a frosty chill,
Moon shining brightly, everything standing still.
Flames flicker through my eyes,
Am I the devil in disguise?
The atmosphere so quiet, no noise to raise the dead,
How much further do I have to walk, not sure what lies ahead?
I stand here all alone, I fill with fear and fright,
Every little noise seems worse when at night.
Is my head playing tricks, is my mind playing games,
I look at all the gravestones to visualise the names.
Owls start to hoot and bats pass me by,
Fear has frozen in me, as I begin to cry.
Everything is hazy, nothing is very clear,
Not one thing is as it is suppose to appear.
I am shaking all over, I break to a cold sweat,
Had this been reality, had I reason to fear and fret?
I open to eyes to the real world, everything is as I have seen,
The panic, the fear, the sweating was only just a dream.
© Copyrighted 2014 to Lorraine Barber
