Poems and prose for various contests over the course of the decade. |
I make my way to an unknown part of the city where I have been summoned for a meeting with a client I know nothing about The retainer had me rubbing my hands in greedy delight It is an odd request, but for such a fee, I comply And venture out alone Into the night... Dark forces stir The air is heavy with dread I can barely draw in a breath As I make my way through this unknown part of the city It feels as if I have left the real world And passed into some alternate universe. Bleakness spreads like a fungal mould Darkness bleeds from corners Chocking out the light. As I reach the place I've been told to go A bolt of florescent light cuts the night And six dark figures make their way Through the passage towards me My voice catches and hangs Dread surrounds me like a heavy rope; Binding me in place as I stare transfixed Red eyes bore into mine from shiny silver masks Faces are twisted to resemble the clowns Of horror tales Their empty expressions tied up with syrupy smiles Cut deep into the silver's form One wears a crown that pulses with coloured lights And though I hear not a sound He seems to beckon me forward His white gloved hands hailing me to come Unable to stop myself I move as if gliding over the rubbled street Toxic fumes assail me as I am pulled into their lair I feel my life, as I have known it, slipping away My past, only figments of memories Growing hazy as they fall away And shatter I am beyond lost I have never existed. Lines = 42. Notes: ▼ |