Cynthia's Escape - Eclectic - Creative Writing

My Halloween Night from Cynthia's Escape

THUMP! THUMP! On the door.
THUMP! THUMP! I can't take no more.
THUMP! THUMP! It hurts my head.
THUMP! THUMP! Isn't it DEAD?

Why did I come here I do not know.
My friend, he did insist.
Now the night is so frightful,
With this banging, as it repeats.

The stone door, it is so cold.
A place for only the dead.
But something from the other side
is banging, and I feel so much dread.

The grass is wet and dark,
From here it looks to be black.
The stones that bear their names,
Of those that should not come back.

THUMP! THUMP! A sound I don't want to hear!
THUMP! THUMP! As the clouds go rolling by.
THUMP! THUMP! Day break is not even near!
THUMP! THUMP! I think I will sit and cry.

What was the plan? I try to recall.
We came here with a clue.
But now I am here all alone,
And I do not know what to do.

I want to run but can not move,
And I wonder where he has gone.
My friend you see has disappeared,
And left me scared and alone.

The thought now did occur to me...
That maybe the banging, it was he?
I would have to open that door
To be sure, and for myself to see.

THUMP! THUMP! As I get closer to the quake.
THUMP! THUMP! My mind is only thinking gore.
THUMP! THUMP! My hands tremble and shake...
THUMP! THUMP! As I open the heavy and cold door.

My friend, he is there and he yells loud at me.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? WHY NOT SET ME FREE?"
"Could you not hear... it was all quite compelling?"
I looked at him and screamed "STOP YOUR YELLING!"

The stones that bear their names

Another sound had started once more.
Again, a banging on that concrete door.
What was it now, not us for sure.
We both stood here and accounted for.

My friend and I looked at the other.
What to do now, we were not sure.
What ever it was, was not us,
On the other side of that door

THUMP! THUMP! We could not breath.
THUMP! THUMP! Was the only sound.
THUMP! THUMP! We had to leave.
THUMP! THUMP! Death was all around.

Like a walker over hot coals...
I thought I would be brave,
And open the door just to see...
Maybe coax back into it's grave.

As my hand touched to the cold,
The sound was still and quiet.
My heart beat hard in my chest,
And I just could not do it.

I pushed my friend, we started to run
And ran we did, all the way home.
He to his, I to mine, safe we did recover.
Snug in my bed, I waited for Halloween to be over.

THUMP! THUMP!
The sound repeats, steady, cold and true.
THUMP! THUMP!
The dead awake to walk free, waiting there for you.
THUMP! THUMP!
A night for death and life to commence, to gather and to mingle.
THUMP! THUMP!
It is true, that chill you feel, and down your spine the tingle.
Copyright 2006 Cynthia Jones