CREATURES OF THE NIGHT
Today is my birthday, I am 361 years old;
I stand on the beach awaiting the sunrise, it is now time for my destiny to unfold.
I take off my shirt and throw it on to the sand, as the horizon slowly starts to illuminate with rays of light from the sun;
The piercing brightness slowly starts to burn away my skin, as it flashes past the memories to where this all begun.
Pages of the calendar flash in front of me, before my memory stops on Wednesday the 15th of July, the year is 1665;
A great plague is sweeping across the land, which has left me the only one of my family, to still be alive.
I just had to say goodbye to my Mother, as she whispered “I love you” with her very last wheezing breath;
I run through the streets of London, just trying to escape the Black Death.
I run until I feel grass beneath my feet, no longer the streets cold mud and stone;
Tall trees tower over me, I am a 15 year old boy who is sat here crying all on my own.
A whispering voice echoes through the darkness, causing my body to freeze;
The hairs on the back of my neck shiver, as I see a tall dark figure hiding amongst the trees.
My heart is racing, but as I get up to run I see the dark figure vanish from the shadows and appear as if by magic by my side;
His pale white face shines in the moonlight, I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out, no matter how much I tried.
His eyes roll a dark shade of black, I stand there shivering as the dark figure opens his mouth, revelling sharp teeth like a wild animal ready to fight;
I manage to tremble out “what are you”, before a whispering reply echoes “I am the creature of the night”.
Fear takes over my very soul, as I stand shaking like a nervous wreck;
The creature leaps towards me, plunging his sharpened teeth into my pulsing neck.
I gargle out screams of pain into the dark skies of night;
I can feel my body start to go limp, as my head starts to feel real light.
The monster then drops me to the floor, as my soul starts to sink into the ground below;
I lay on the grass feeling my life drain away, as I watch the creature creep back into the darkness, and become just another shadow.
I close my eyes as I drift off into a darkened dream;
Just then an over whelming pain rushes through my veins, and all I could do was scream.
I feel my heart stop beating, as my skin turns so pale and white;
My sharpened teeth pierce through my gums, as my memory reminds me, this is the moment I was reborn, and came back as a creature of the night.
I rise to my feet as a new dawn begins to break;
I hide myself in the shadows, as this new thirst for blood keeps my soul awake.
The morning sun starts to burn through my skin, so I run into a cave and use the shadows of darkness to hide;
The smell of death seeps from me, as I sit there shaking just waiting for this new thirst for blood to subside.
As soon as the sunsets I slowly make my way back to my old home;
I wish my family were still alive, I don’t want to face an eternity on my own.
The torch lantern street lights illuminate the pathways underneath;
I silently sneak through the darkness, as my tongue rubs up against the sharpened sides of my teeth.
I walk for hours through the streets of London, my feet are covered with excrement and mud;
Dark voices are echoing through my mind, itching my thirst for blood.
In the distance I see an old man walking towards me, from all this way back I can still somehow hear his beating heart;
My black eyes roll back into the darkness, but this isn’t the end, this is just the start.
TO BE CONTINUED…
BARRY MOWLES ©2011