The Sway Of The Trees/by:Haunted Lunacy

In the tall grass I stood 

and stared,

the sway of the trees so

 cold and bared.

The stars in the sky shine 

like eyes, demons from 

my past. The wind touches

 my skin, an embrace 

 that won’t last.  

A wolf howls in the 

distance, it knows 

the hour,

It waits in the darkness,  

for my flesh to devour.

I lie on back, and settle 

into sleep,

Think of my final moments, 

and silently weep.