Dead Tired

by R. A. Bane:

The fog seeming danced on the crisp evening air

As noises came out from nowhere

I was making my way home

And tired to the bone

I had gotten off work much later

Now my need for sleep much greater

It would take hours by foot to get to my abode

But there was a shortcut that I did know

One that no one in their right mind would take

For your very soul itself would be at stake

They say that if you go through the cemetery at night

You would be taken out of the living sight

But I hold not a candle to such tells of fear

Told by many at the local pub after one too many beer

And my mind is weary and my body does ache

So I made my choice as I approached the cemetery gate

My torch was starting to dim

As I made my way within

The shadows from the light of the moon danced before me now

Taking on a life of their very own some how

Just tricks played on me by my own eyes and mind

I must try my sanity to find

Just speed up my pace to get my bones to home

And thru this ground never more to roam

My foot stops suddenly in its stride

Will not move no matter how I try

There is no way that this can be

Creature of the unknown taking holds of me

I looked down as I fell

To try and see this creature of hell

They found my body the next day

On a tomb stone my head did lay

And around my leg a root of a tree

But now plenty of time to rest for me

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