Later That Night... We Laughed! Poem by Dónall Dempsey

The path overgrown
with shrubs & trees

annoyed at our
human intrusion

thick thickets hamper our every move
unable to move any further

we: stop.
go: back.
go: round
in circles!

Even the light fails us
eaten up by the almost canibalistic vegatation
that looks like it might also eat us.

A tree becomes a werewolf
and becomes a tree again

but stains our mind with
doubt and disbelief.

Fear creeping around
in our minds.

Darkness quickly
engulfs us.

Darkness threaded
from tree to tree

like a terrible grotesque tapestry
we also might get stitched into for

ever & ever
screaming silently

we cling to
each other

like children trapped
inside your typical traditional fairy tale

our path lost
crossed with branches

that reach out and grab us

straying into the unknown
of the forest of our subconscious

until all is fear and shadow

shadow & fear

the vegative darkness
licking its lips

smiling at our human tears

the moon laughs like a lunatic.

Later in our garish hotel
the informative tourist guide tells

...speaks only
of its beauty

(a loessic ravine)

all we remember
is our horror

as if we had been spliced into
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre - Part 3 in 3-D!

And how our screams
and every horror movie we'd ever seen
ran before us.

And how today(of all days)
by quirky coincidence was
Friday the 13th.

And of how we escaped
from the nightmare

back into being
two terrified tourists

tumbling into the relative safety
of our nearby parked car.

And how now all we had to look out for were
any passing zombies

and the right road back from Hell
to our seedy cheap(no frills)

sinister hotel!