CREATURE 2 THE NIGHT
The old man walks past me, I can feel his heart beating so much stronger;
The thirst for blood has now taken over me, I cannot hold the demons back any longer.
I jump towards him, snapping his head to the side, as I plunge my teeth deep into his neck, the air becomes filled with his gargling cries;
I feel his blood trickle down my throat, as his soul floats up into the starry skies.
After my first feed, killing became easy, picking off the old and the weak;
The plague gives me an unlimited supply of victims, and as for the citizens of London, their future is starting to look bleak.
Days turn into months, as the plague, starvation and these unexplained deaths are striking the streets with fear;
Then one night all that changed, the date was Thursday the 2nd of September, 1666 was the year.
A great fire swept through the streets of London, as plumes of smoke covers the skyline engulfing the skies;
Burning buildings crash to the floor, as the streets themselves start echoing, with thousands of screams and cries.
As panicking citizens fight the fires back, I make it to the River Thames, and sneak onboard a ship destined to a faraway place;
The ship steams off into the distance, I watch my city burn as tears stream down my face.
For centuries I travel the world in darkness, watching our planet change in time;
My body still resembles a 15 year old boy, when in fact today is my birthday, I am now 309.
After all these years away I finally see the skyline of London in the distance, so much has changed, as tall buildings and lights now dominate the starry skies;
My body still looks so young, but inside my dammed soul grows a mind which is so old and wise.
My skin is still so smooth to touch, when I feel my face I sense a young soft completion;
I can stand by any mirror in the world, but I could never see my own reflection.
I sit by the River Thames just watching the moon and stars shine;
Over the water I hear people cheer and celebrate, as Big Ben welcomes in the new year of 1959.
My memories keep flashing me by as I sit writing in my diary, through the centuries these blank pages have been my only friend;
As my mind flicks faster through the years, I get even closer to the end.
TO BE CONTINUED…
BARRY MOWLES ©2011