Ethereal
I walked for miles throughout the woods
and didn't meet a soul all day,
but heard a sound as dusk arrived
that blew my chilled-out calm away.
It started with a whistling noise,
like someone blowing on a pipe,
my hair was standing up on end -
and I'm not normally that type -
but scared I was - my heart near stopped.
Ethereal, the sounds increased,
and then I blindly ran to flee
the noise, imagining some beast.
And footsteps thundered in my ears
as on I raced, a sobbing wreck;
but then it grabbed me with such force
and sank its fangs into my neck.
So now I prey on humankind,
and startle them with music too -
its eeriness both chills and thrills,
and now you hear my tune for you...
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2023
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