Shadow Lands
In the mysterious undiscovered Shadow lands,
Life is still.
You can hear the whistling of the wind
Through the trees.
The squeaking of the wooden steps,
As though phantom feet still step there.
The swaying doors
That open for ghostly hands.
Windows opening and closing,
As though the unseen are there.
The sound of the ocean
Rushing spookily in and out.
It is pitch black, I cannot see.
Suddenly, a blur!
It’s right in front of me.
I reach out.
I feel something.
As I yell in terror,
My voice echoes
Like a million screaming children.
The voices fade,
I realise I am the only one here,
Then the shadows appear.
© Nicole Viney