Dark Night

• Eliza Geraerts, Grade 6h
• Poetry
• 2015

Rotting bodies of the blood red corpses filled our sight
Killer on the loose roaming the misty dark streets into the late night
Piercing cries were heard all over town
No one was safe
Broken people all left to rot in their dark, lonely rooms
Thousands of DNA samples oozed out of their containers
Finding the right one was like walking on the sun
Impossible
The tall man was close to invisible
Blackness filled the soul of his body from head to toe
Blood dripped like a untightened tap from his murderous hands
People's identity were stuffed in his pockets hidden from the world
A loud bolt of thunder caused people in agony to scream
Lightning began to race closer to the spirits of the dead
Silence consumed their hearing
The dark one has risen.