Floating shadows passing over dew covered ground, Lining the sky are such angry black clouds. A storm is near and closing in, The moistness of raindrops carried upon the wind.
As thunder crashes he appears, The root of all-evil, the symbol of her fears. Long raven hair streaming, twisting out of place Bloodshot eyes sunken in his wrinkled face.
The sharpest of teeth lip curled down, Jagged edges set in a crooked frown. Rotting flesh piece by piece losing its hold, The smell of death making her blood run cold.
Tall and lean skeletal fingers crooked and long, Once in life they had been quite strong. A limp from his left leg caused by a break, A decade ago in a high school football game.
Graduation day surrounded by family and friends, At a party that night, his world came to an end. His ladylove, high school flame, Teasing, taunting, playing games.
One drink, then two, soon he lost count, Watching her flirt and dancing about. The demon jealousy struck his soul, He grabbed her by the waist knowing it was time they go.
She cried and she pouted, she was having such fun, Till he drug her outside and grabbed his shotgun. He threw her in his car with rage mashed the gas, Two miles down the road the fatal crash.
Death took him, but his lady survived, Her spirit flew heart more dead than alive. She loved her man and as years passed missed him still, But as the storms came she always felt the chill.
His soul did not rest for it was too late to explain, Her love for him hadn't been a game. The teasing and taunting was meant for him, His seduction was planned, not just a whim.
No man had touched her that night long ago, Her dancing had been for him, but he was too drunk to know. His soul wanted answers so he comes without life's breath To take her to his world, the world of death.
How much longer could she escape his ghost's wrath? Always disappearing with the storms aftermath. She could run and hide but for how long was she free, Thirty years had passed, but more of an eternity.
She never married, and only dated once or twice, Each time there was a storm in the night. He appeared with the thunder specters glow, Her fear was such that she couldn't let go.
Someday she would face her love on his own turf, As she lay six feet under the cold dark earth. So why then did he continue to haunt? The only answer she was his need and want.
She captured the memories of their youth, Remembering his smile, and the quest for truth. The entity that appeared with each coming storm, Was him yet not, so different the form.
Old and feeble now, hair of gray, It was time her life faded away. A hacking cough blood passing her lips, Yellowing with age wrinkled fingertips.
Her hearing was gone, and she had all but lost her sight, She had no knowledge of the storm that night. He came for her, but this she did not know, Until the quite peace God rest their souls.
© Cynthia Clark
Thank you, Samantha. You are as well