The Stokers of the Earth
Location
(poems go here) The fluorescent moon
Of the black night sky,
the only light to shine in the abandoned town.
Frigid air burns
my porcelain skin.
Drifting through the streets,
A cloud of breath in front of me feels warm.
Wandering,
I find a dim street lamp.
My palms sweating like a cold glass.
I was nervous
I had to be.
It wasn’t there… yes it was!
Frail, bent, decrepit, body
limps towards me with a flowing step.
The stoker of the earth creeping out of the dim light.
As I sneak towards the ruble to escape,
Crashing into the ground.
The head of the creature snapped towards me
Legs dragging,
quickened pace,
darkness as a face.
My Eyes shifting to the body I see it
The long, jagged edge of a blade.
Shining under the fluorescent moon
I was blinded
Shocked,
Frozen.
My knees rattle like a snakes tail
Eyes filling with tears
I jumped to escape
As I turn into my own nightmare
The darkness was everywhere
The stokers multiplied
Nowhere to run
I was surrounded
I was alone.