Source: UNDER AN OAK TREE
Source: 19941 FERNGLEN DRIVE
For generations it’s been said that if you come down here then
You can hear her voice moaning in agony within the wind,
What happened to her is a tale that’s a mystery as it is told
Over and over through the years.
Some say that they have seen her ghostly presence,
She haunts the creek where she was possibly murdered.
Legend tells that many who have been down here to find her,
Too hear her agonizing voice have never been seen or heard from again.
Near the creek there’s a haunting fog that lives,
Something or someone visits there, a presence not at peace.
It lore’s those whom wander away into the darkness,
Don’t listen for the sound that waits,
Do not seek out this ghostly death, don’t go near the creek.!
Beauty exists within it, things we can’not see,
It brings to me peace and solitude, I feel at ease.
The less I see brings me a calmness not felt by day,
Darkness can be such a scary place or peaceful.
There are those whom must live with darkness,
Some are however in a darkened place.
Darkness is a friend to others and foe to another,
Darkness holds something for each in this world.
A cold October night, wind rushing through the trees,
Creeks and sounds awaken me in the darkness.
I think to myself, can you hear it, a sinister and evil little laugh,
As if it were far off in the distance.
Am I Imagining things, I get up and take a look around,
Again a heart stopping sound.
Through the window the moon light shines,
I can see it, the shadow of a creature,
Maybe just a foot or so tall.
It can’t be real, only in my mind as it vanishes again,
There it is staring at me with those awful eyes.
Running down the hall, out the door with a horrible little laugh,
Some kind of miniature, ugly, looking elf.
I am trapped, looking out the window in the dark, cold, night,
They’re everywhere, more of them are out there.
Where they come from I do not know, they bring fear,
Night after night they gather, no place to run, just a place to hide.
They are by sight horrible to the mind,
What they want is not known, what I know is that they bring fear.
Source: FIRE STORM
Source: SHE LIVED IN THE WOODS