Collector
By VampireGirl
Gloomy Night fog gets in his way, his feet must lead him where he must be. Past the forest and all the trees, his feet shakes all the broken leaves. In his hands he holds a shovel, and an old pair of gloves. He wears a long black jacket that flows down to his ankles. He walks through the river water, And under the tore down bridge. He has a flashlight, to guide his way. He walks for miles just to get to a place he likes to think of as heaven. He hears the sound of others following him closely but sees nothing, Those far a head of him, he smells, and wants to taste. He's teeth, sharp, from his mouth, he drips blood. his eyes glow in the dark. He stumbles through rocks, and slippery hills. To find the cemetery, With her body. He looks for the gravestone that says Shelly savory. He feels the shadow of the moon praising down on him. He feels the knife through his back, down he falls to the ground with his dead wife at rest right beneath his body. she touches her hand to the coffins lid, and closes her eyes once again, In his mind he recalls hearing her name whispered in the wind. But now its to late for them to be together again. Written October 13th, 2001 © on Oct 13 2001 03:33 PM PST, Shelly 0 • 1
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"Gloomy Night fog gets in his way, his feet must lead him where he must be. Past the forest and all the trees, his feet shakes all the broken leaves. In his hands he holds a shovel, and an old pair of gloves...."