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Old Mine

I came across an old abandoned mine one day,

You could barely see the opening through the underbrush.

I ran back to the car to grab a flashlight to light my way,

The thought of exploring it gave me such a rush.

I pulled away the branches of the plants, which in front of it grew,

And shined my light into the opening to see what I could.

The floor of the mine was all covered with moss wet with dew,

And on the walls stretched cobwebs, on the beams of wood.

Into the blackness I made my way, light in hand,

And cautiously walked deeper into the mineshaft.

The ceiling was so low I could barely stand,

And strewn about were old tools and such, even a raft.

Deeper and deeper still, I slowly made my way,

Until I came to a large cavern, not man made at all.

Through a hole in the ceiling, shined the light of day,

Which reflected off crystals embedded in the wall.

A large pool of water lay in the middle of the cavern floor,

Giving off a pungent smell and colored a muddy green.

A smell so bad, that one could hardly ignore,

So I moved on to see what else could be seen.

On the other side of the pool of water, hidden just out of the light,

I came upon a horrific scene that chilled me to the core.

Strewn about were human skeletal remains, stripped bare and white,

And shredded clothing with scattered belongings on the floor.

They were modern, driver’s licenses and such,

With makeup and jewelry, a camera, even a purse.

Taking it all in, was bit too much,

I was alone, underground, what could be worse?

With a loud splash of water, I turned toward the pool,

What I saw left me frozen in my tracks cold.

A huge creature, mouth wrenched open with teeth and drool,

And long razor claws and wings it now began to unfold.

Its breathing was labored, and gave off a low growl,

Its eyes were demented and piercing red.

It wrenched its large head back in a screeching howl,

As it flew out of the water, I now fled.

It landed in front of me, with a deep growl and squinted eyes,

And lumbered forward, clattering its long razor claws.

Fear overwhelmed me as I got the full effect of its size,

And as I stood before its large gnashing jaws.

I tried to run, but it flew and landed on me,

I could hardly breathe under its weight,

It was so large that it was all I could see,

Wishing I hadn’t come here, but now it’s too late.

As it pinned me, it stabbed its claws into my chest,

Ripping me from sternum to groin, in one swift tear.

It tore out my bowels, then ripped out the rest,

And fed upon me, like the others who stumbled upon its lair.

It stripped the flesh from bone so easily,

In frenzy it ate, until my skeleton was clean.

And discarded it into a pile what was left of me,

Then slipped back into the water of muddy green.

There it waits with patience for its next meal,

For those dumb enough to search the old mine.

Or perhaps it flies out nightly looking for flesh to steal,

I don’t know for sure, but your guess is as good as mine.

Beware what you seek,

Choose your adventures well.

Or you may find some kind of freak,

Finding your self in a living hell.

It

It dwells in the nightmares of children,

Brought into existence from fables and tales.

There it waits from the real world, hidden,

And there during the night, the mind, it assails.

A black shadowy figure, so large as to block out all light,

Thunderously, it moves about in their dreams.

It torments the children and makes them dread the night,

And anything that is good at all, the creature blasphemes.

But it has learned a way to enter our world,

Through the mind of a child, a doorway,

The fine line between reality and dream now unfurled,

The nightmare, once a prison, now a pathway.

Into our realm it comes, wreaking havoc,

Freedom to unleash its horror, without restraint,

No one knowing that out of dreams it had snuck,

And that our sense of reality, it would forever taint.

Its existence defies all sense and sensibility,

And all that have faced it, are no more,

No matter what their age or their ability,

Apart and thrown about, their bodies, it tore.

Its never been caught, someone else always blamed,

For no one really believes in folklore,

It commits horrendous acts, some of them famed,

And will continue to do them and more.

It’s still out there, somewhere,

Maybe in the nightmare of a child near you,

And it again, will rip and tear,

And the act will be blamed on you.

But worse yet, it could come after you,

And you would know the true meaning of fear,

And apart, your body on the ground, strew,

As your flesh from its bone, it would shear.

Sleep tight!

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