The Ghouls

[blueshadow9]

Rapping at the windows.
Jarring of the doors.
The Ghouls are out to get her,
Just once more.

Jumping
Falling
Tripping
Dripping
Beads of sweat,
Off her brow.

Their eyes are ever watchful;
Color of emerald flames.
See's the flicking of a lash,
Or a turning for a dash.
Catching up,
The culprit flees.
Falling and bruising her knees.
Their eyes are always watching,
Through their ever seeing eyes.

The way they feast,
On a wounded beast.
Is not for those to hear,
Who cannot bare
The sound of tearing flesh
And crunching bones.

Ripping
Gnawing
Screaming
Dieing

Pain should not be feared,
But death following should.
A lifeless being roams the streets.
Searching for the warmth
Of life.

Waiting
Longing
Iching
Missing
The life of a girl
Lost to the Ghouls.

Bleeding from the heart.
Screaming from inside.
The Ghouls have come and got her.
One last time.