Lamp-post Number 13
Lamp-post Number 13


I looked through the window and into the street,
A chill ran down my spine and my heart skipped a beat.
The fog and mist had filled the air,
Those undead eyes had the coldest stare.
No sounds, no barks, not a single howl,
Just heavy thumping and a low growl.
The ghastly beast moved close to the wall,
Reached the lamp post and let out a blood-curdling call.
Every one asleep in that part of the night,
An abomination in the open a petrifying sight.
Now it moved in search of food,
Then suddenly looked at me in a morbid mood.
I Squeezed my cross in tight embrace,
I could never forget the sight of that decayed face.
Consumed with fright, I saw it move towards me,
My hands and feet ran cold, I was stiff as I could be.
It pused for a while, not so far,
Suddenly from nowhere came a fast
moving car.
Tyres screeched and I hid my face,
Rotting meat, all over the place.
The car was in smoke and slithering slime,
I reached to save the driver, just in time.
I stared down in horror as the beast was now whole again,
Then suddenly something grabbed me and I shouted out in pain.
The driver too was now gnawing at my feet,
While the beast ahead was getting ready to eat.
Their hands were so cold that I could feel my skin crawl,
They dragged me behind the lamp post, to an opening in the wall.
The sun was now up and I fainted with the pain,
When my eyes opened, it was dark again.
I felt strange, no want of love nor fear of deceit,
All I now craved for, was something to eat.
My heart felt a strange hatred and my senses obscene,
I had a new address - lamp-post number 13.