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.