THAT COLD NIGHT
I still flinch Whenever I remember that night. The night a monster was born That cold night At first I didn't want to go But I had to Or else Papa would die I put my shawl Around my shoulders Clutching it tightly For the wind blew harshly I carried the lantern Because I couldn't see Not even 10 feets It was really foggy That cold night At first I thought It was my imagination My mind playing tricks on me I should have listened to instinct When I heard the footsteps I knew It was no hallucination It was real Something or someone Was following me I quickened my footsteps Not wanting that thing to catch up with me I have had heard tales Of how evil roamed the night Preying on the weak Sucking their blood Doing unspeakable things I didn't want the same To happen to me But I was caught And pinned down to the earth Helpless No one to save me I didn't see my attacker It was fast The bite I could feel the pain The ache As ...