15 June 2012

The air is silent

The night is still

As I walk home over the hill

I open the gate to the grave yard

An owl hoots a couple of times

Then the clocks deathly chimes

Twelve in all

It sounds to me like the devils call

I hear patter of feet behind

If I turn round what will I find

I glance behind, I stumble I fall, over something that's not there at all

I hear and feel the devils hounds

Breathing fiery breath over the ground

I shut my eyes, I clasp my hands

I wonder if I'll ever get home from my nans

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