Something Lurks

I trail along the cobblestones
Always looking back
I hear the wind’s cries and moans
Through an old abandoned shack
And I know that something lurks

Unknown to my wandering eye
A streak across the grass
For that was where the Blood Flowers lie
A premonition vast
As something starts to lurk

These flowers bloom from the scent
Of crimson drops above
As they drip from a cruel, deep vent
Lacking any form of love
From that which continues to lurk

That ghostly, ominous creature
Shrouded in the mist
That vile-seeming undertaker
Scratching my name off his list
And I can see that which lurks

A bony mask and a wicked smile
With gleaming yellow eyes
A gaze that could churn a person’s bile
And a hand like a vice
The monster that still yet lurks

It approaches me, slowly
Walking in pace
I try to flee swiftly
But couldn’t turn my face
From the Reaper who malevolently lurks

That Reaper raised his bloodthirsty scythe
Ready to swing it down
That wretched, terrible dark red knife
Cut the air around
Held by that devil who no longer needed to lurk

I waited for that fabled blade
To cut me to the core
Sweat and worry filled my veins
I fell to knees on the floor
Before that which used to lurk

There was a brilliant flash of light
And what I beheld
Was a blade that shattered beyond all sight
And the creature that was felled
The creature that could no longer lurk

I looked down upon my relieved chest
And this is what I say
A beautiful cross, I do not jest
Saved my life that day
Removing all that lurks