The Call Of Death

The Call of Death

Feeling the presence,  feeling the vibes
My heart is pounding, so I cannot describe
The evil I see when I look upon, the dawn, the night, the sight, it isn’t right
So frightening leaving me not able to speak
Across the floor I hear a squeak
Through the air a whisper of fear, here in the darkness, it's growing near
Eyes glaring at me and teeth so fierce, the pitch of the screams do pierce
Peering down on me with deep dark breath, feeling surrounded by the call of death

©Emmely Byrd 1999


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