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Sh a do w o f Dea t h

By: Ja k e Go l dber g ,, Gr a de 8

Twas the night of Halloween, cold and dark, with the sound of football in the air.

Tackles, touchdowns, turnovers, and tailgates...traditions tried and true
The bleachers were filled with all different types, their identities unknown.

Costumes that could fright under the lights, some florid, gory, and gruesome
There sat one lonely soul with a heart like coal, rancorous eyes that sent shivers.

He stared right through me with no emotion, my body filled with quivers.

His shadow behind me as I walked away, paranoia filled my head
Would he follow me home, drain my blood, and would I end up dead?

A vampire perhaps, parched, and ready to devour me slowly
Time to run and escape his evil clutches, faster than him I must be

Two blocks to go, branches in the wind are crackling and creepy

Street lights are flickering, I can?t see the road, I?m becoming weepy
My house straight ahead, sweaty hands can?t hold my keys, they slip away

Impetuous am I as I crash through my window, my blood on the floor

I pray his dark shadow cannot break through my door.
Stumbling up the stairs, I zoom to my room, and hide under my bed.

Silent and shaking, I hear him no more, was it all in my head?

Daylight has come, I feel so relieved, that shadow is no more, or so I believed?