It

The ancient house creaks and groans

As the old woman rock’s, sitting alone,

These many long years late at night

Her trembling body shakes with fright.

It roams the hallways and cold rooms,

She knows for her it will come soon.

She has never seen this evil from Hell

But she knows it’s there all too well.

From the bowels of the earth It came,

A demonic demon with no name

Possessing the home of the old widow

Flitting through rooms casting no shadow.

Foul sour odors it leaves behind

As it performs deeds most unkind.

The air chills as it goes here and there

Stripping the rooms to lay them bare.

Screams all night fill her with terrors

As it darts around shattering mirrors.

Moans, groans and voices she hears

Filled with crazed madness and fears.

At last upon a dreary midnight hour

She witnesses the evil of it’s power.

It came from the wall, stepping through

Screaming “old woman I’ve come for you”.

©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 01-12-04