Spectres of Unhallowed Grounds

A vice like grip,terror grasped my soul
Aided by horror and fear made real
hearing whimpers and mewling growls
echo out of gangrenous wells
rustling from depths only evil prowls
Cacophony of voices from deep shadows
Where promises of hell
Are spoken in whispery wails

Slithering by the snakelike phantom
Brush the hair from exposed neck
Feeling the cold from feet up
Towards the body, like rippling scowls
Unbeaten unbidden through the night
As I pass through unsanctified grounds   
Where evil killers and murderers
Lay in restless slumber

Shivers caressed my puny spine
As I crawled towards home
Horror rendering me supine
Gripped by wisp of earthy breath
Promises of savaging by prowling ghouls
The wolves did howl, the owls did hoot
Derision for the gibbering soul
Of a human gripped in terror supreme

Made I home at light of dawn
Scratched by brambles, all are torn
Blood that spilled upon the ground
Was mine there, or just a trickle
I know  not and yet I shiver
As if exposed in very bitter winter
for horror bound by midnight hour
played its fullest, seared my brain

Never more will I venture out
in the darkest night, in the dead hour
For know I now where horror sleeps
Beneath hell’s wells where none dare peep.