Gothic Poetry

Rustling leaves

Peeping eyes

Dirt road path

Silent trees

Watch your step 

For every path

May lead astray

Deep into the woods

Where darkness spawns

Creatures growl

Hungry tummies

Lurk around

Running now

Your footsteps fall 

Faster

Faster

You look around

Dusk will fall 

The path is empty

Where'd you go?

Deep into the forests growth

Amongst the hungry creatures there 

You sit and wait

For dawn to rise

Alas, you make it out alive

​

-Tanya Petkau-