Shadows of Fear

Her feet
could hardly
keep up
with her
heartbeat.
Shadows played
their fear-inducing
games.
Every gust
of wind,
the sudden
choking hand
of the unknown -
grasping her throat,
seizing her breath.
She may as well
have been blind,
as she couldn’t
see a thing,
and every gust
of wind
assumed
to generate
from tattered
demon wings,
whose maleficent motions
caused a crawling  
of her skin.
 
In foolishness
& haste,
I took a
dreaded path.
Limbs of trees,
as if in
perpetual
swaying agony,
were as
skeletal hands
that seemed
to reach
for me.
Claws of
terrible
terrifying
tyranny
&
imagined enemies,
crawling from
cracks of
decrepit
unfamiliarity.
 
 
 
Come to know
the overbearing
shadows.
 
Come to delight
in fear.