Hello Folks. As promised here is the poem, it holds a couple of horror and supernatural themes and is different to my usual writings, so take a look and please do leave your feedback of all kinds, it is invaluable to me as a writer. Thank you in advance for reading and I hope you have a lovely day.

Last night while I lay dreaming, but not quite fast asleep
I heard a figure moving, crossing floorboards at a creep.
Who is this man I wonder, I thought so quietly
As if perhaps the thing could hear when I made not a peep.

A creak here or there, with silence in its wake.
No birds outside where hooting no other noise did make
Is it an intruder? I wondered lying worried in my bed
Does he see through my pretence, does he know the sleep I fake?

Rolling over I face the noise with eyes shut tight as clams
More things I hear rushing, like waters out of damns
Is there more than one I shuddered? Stretching my ears wide.
Are the rest of us already dead, like piles of slaughtered lambs?

The silence was oppressive, I couldn’t hold my breath,
I think perhaps my racing heart beat will betray me to my death.
Can I take it any longer? My eyes move just a crack.
But I can’t see a shadow, no murderer like Macbeth.

Pulling back the covers, my legs swing o’er the edge
Looking at the mounted cross, I pray and make a pledge.
I wonder what it is I hear, the creaking of the floors,
This person hiding in night on windowsill or ledge?

Perhaps they’re in the closet, but wait that makes no sense,
What’s that smell from downstairs? Fragrance or incense?
It feels like a ritual, with such shadows in the night
But if I haven’t seen them, perhaps I am just dense

So as to take fright from simple noises that never were
Perhaps I’ll go past my daughters room, just check in on her
The door opens with a noisy creak and wait the bed is bare,
A shadow by the stairs, quick I’ll catch that mangy cur

Down the stairs I chase it, bursting through the doors,
Is he in the study? The kitchen or pantry? Nothing on the floors
No trail of blood, or mud from shoes, just darkened parquet wood
Where is she, will I find her? I take a breath and pause.

I can’t protect my family? Wait the lounge, I’ll check in there
What’s that light through the keyhole, against the dark so fair
The door is open, I charged through and out into the room
There! There is my daughter, what’s she doing? Does she not care?

The knife that’s in her hand is stabbing down once more
Rushing to her, terror fills me, cuts me to the core.
I cannot wrench it from her, her grip is just too strong.
Then pain, I cannot see her, as we slump unto the floor

I think I hear faint laughter, a chuckle or a grin
Why lord? Why have you done this, how did I sin?
I went to church on Sundays, I loved you and my own,
I even loved my neighbours. My head, why does it spin?

I’m moving now, though how I just cannot think
My arms what are they doing, that knife blade shouldn’t sink
First killed by Leigh now I kill Jake, wait no, I can’t.
What’s happing I wonder why it’s there, I cannot blink

The light shines so brightly it hurts my vacant eyes
I can’t blink them, I can’t move them, is that my babies cries?
Now Jake is in the hallway, a knife also in his hand
He told me he’d loved his brother, I guess it was just lies

Them from out of my bedroom, I hear footsteps on the wood
Should I go in I wonder, I just wish, just wish that I could
Then a man with Lucy emerges from out of the dark, our room
I try, I try to follow, I should do more, I should

But my feet are stuck like pillars mounted deep within the earth
Oh how he torments her, laying scars across her girth.
Then like that she’s silent, the man he’s disappeared.
What’s happening to my Lucy, something in her stomachs birthed

It’s tearing at her flesh now, it’s eating her away
And all the while it grins like some strange child at its play
Its noticed Jake now, and Leigh and I think me
I wonder when it’s done with them, if it will come my way?