Footsteps From The Past Poem by Kaila George

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