I cannot rest when the moon is full,
its wintery presence keeps me wakeful.
Playful shadows dance across the wall,
Illuminated by pale ghostly light on this,
All Hallows’ eve.
Despite locked door, I quake in my bed,
Shivering, hoping, I’ve remembered the chain.
Is it real or faux fear that chases me this night?
I brace myself for the unknown darkness.
Drawing deep within the covers, I create a pen around myself,
A distant bell dings, worming into my sanctuary, calling my name.
My conscience rebels because at the bottom of all this,
is just a crossroads between madness and truth.
By Sarah ©2017
Prompt: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 318;
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday – September 29th 2017; and also, Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 30 – final challenge!, Task: Write a spooky poem in 13 lines for Halloween.