The dark stone house on Donevan’s Hill
seemed to swallow up the sunlight.
A foreboding place where the
ancients sacrificed to
evil fallen ones.
A gateway place
where this world,
connects
to
that
filthy
land beyond.
Where demons lurk
and wretched souls scream.
Drawing the worshipers,
of the old gods of the deep.
to sacrifice lives and dead souls
in the shadows on Donevan’s Hill
Do you see the shadow people?
Out of the corner of your eye?
Lurking,
watching,
waiting.
They are always there,
but never when you look.
Just a shape that moves,
and escapes your gaze.
Creepy-crawly critters.
That spider across the floor;
now on the wall.
Never really seen.
The thing in the tree,
smiling at you,
with fangs and drool,
till you look for sure.
The black dog following me,
late at night,
but never really seen.
Did you see the bat,
swoop past your head?
Was it real?
Or shadow life?
Visions from
beyond the veil.
Spirits spying,
watching,
waiting,
to pounce
at the midnight hour.
