CREATURE 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
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, as my goodbye tears are streaming 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
CREATURE FLYING 3
My memories are flashing faster now, an eternity of loneliness all locked away and stored;
Years of my pain speed in front of my eyes, just like I am watching my life in fast forward.
In 1978 a miracle happened, as I went into a building called a cinema, and watched the sun rising across the silver screen;
As I sat there tears rolled down my cheek, it was the most wondrous sight my dark eyes had ever seen.
Confusion overwhelms me in the 1980’s, as I watch a movie about vampires, people walking around the streets dressed up to look just like me;
If only they felt the pain and loneliness I feel each night, they would be so grateful they didn’t have to share my destiny.
As I walk the streets at night I see two teenagers driving a car, blasting music, laughing and joking with his mate;
I just sit on my own watching the world pass me by, wishing there was some way of changing this lonely fate.
My memories flash forward to a new millennium, as fireworks light up the sky;
In two days time I will be 350 years old, and all I want to do is die.
I don’t want to be alone in the dark anymore, I just want to be able to rest in peace;
An eternity of dark days and nights, leave me just longing for a release.
One day my life changed as I picked up a poetry book, I remember the date, it was the 1st of November 2011;
My tears fell onto the page, as the author wrote how he had a destiny to write, and how he had died and gone to heaven.
I remember thinking if I had just one last wish, it would be to see the rising sun;
Today is my birthday, I am now 361.
My life has finished flashing, as I stand on the beach feeling the rising sun slowly burning my skin away;
An entire lifetime of memories shine so bright, as I feel the sun welcome back the present day.
The sun melts through my flesh, but although the brightness is burning me I still feel so empty and cold;
As my dreams turn to dust, the world says goodbye to a boy who still only looks 15 years old.
As my body turns into ash, the morning sea breeze lifts me up and out to sea;
I am no longer a creature of the night, I am a creature that is flying free.
BARRY MOWLES ©2011