Graveyard Stakes

Stone slabs stare
Spectres softly whisper
I?
I stare,
lips bound
Goosebumps populating my skin
I still stare
A soundless cry parts my lips
Spectres watching
Spectres screeching
Wailing
Watching.
I should not be here
Not tonight
Not at this site
Not under this moon
(The bluest, full moon)
No,
I should not be
Yet here I stand
Staring at stone slabs
Growing small under the trees
(Surrounding their territory)
Here I stand
Stake in hand
Spectres watching
Spectres surround
Here I stand
Mission commands
Stake in hand
Shaking
Tremors engulfing
As I stand
Coffins I surround
Spectres watching
Waiting
Willing
I bleed
Silently, swiftly
Crimson flows
My stake hand slow
It feasts on my skin
Imparting sin
It feasts
(This beast), spectres watching
Waiting
I?
I die,
spectre becoming
Apparition in my wake
My life, now late
Spectres watching
Stone slabs stare
These stone slabs stare…

~ Copyright ©yikici. October 2013
*Image sourced from: Colour Box.

**I struggled with todays prompt for OctPoWriMo, therefore, I’m sharing this poem I wrote a couple of days ago, it’s inspired by a few word prompts set on Opuss for Octoberfest (graveyard, vampires, ghosts) -let’s say it’s a very loose take on the word ‘games’ -and I’m being awfully lazy too…so that’s my excuse too (toothy grin).