Do you want to hear a story?
About the Deathly Hollow Tree
That sits upon the banks
Behind our old barn yard just behind our house
How ghastly nights of terror that reminisce the hangman's nose
The leaves that sways upon the tree
As the winter nights prevail
A chilling freezing night of dread
For the coming winter rain
The nocturnal owl that sits alone
Upon the branch at night
Hoots a sound that echo's with fear
As the stars shine down in the misty fog of night
Footsteps echo resounding into the early night of shade
The wanderer that strayed too long
Into the glooming mournful night
Now basking in fear at the sounds of night
As they echo through the trees
She stops to stare at the crackling sound
Of footsteps from the past
And quickly runs amuck instead
To run from those haunting footsteps that rustle in the dark
Breathlessly she watches the barren trees sway its ghostly dance
As the footsteps, get closer with her ever-beating heart
The echoes of the night invade her privacy of hell
As she watches and waits so intently in the dark
Only to be taken from her safe haven her hide away
So now the story goes of ghostly foots steps in the dark
After you hear them, you hear a mournful cry
So beware of the story around the hallow tree
Of how you can be lead astray from those footsteps from the past
©Kaila George 2013
Kaila George
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/footsteps-from-the-past/
