The Dark Figure Poem by Teagan Bateman

Dark clouds take over the beautiful blue sky. Leaving everything in darkness. Thunder and lightning join in on the darkness along with rain. Everything is soon soaked in wetness. I sit on a boulder outside. I make no move to get back inside. The rain dampens my hair and clothes. Thunder roars above me, trying to make me run inside. But it has no effect on me.
Drip, drip, drop, goes the rain. Bang, bang, boom, roars the thunder. The lightning is silent as it slashes through the sky and hits the earth. All I see is darkness and a few flashes of white when lightning strikes. I stare up at the clouds while the rest of my body is tucked into my arms. My breath is visible in the night time cold.
A cold breeze runs through me. I shudder but don't move to get inside. I let the cold wrap its arms around me as I close my eyes. Snap, goes a twig to my left. My head shoots up in fear. A tall dark figure stands over me. The figure was draped in a dark cloak. Its hands were white as snow and they seemed like they were made of bone. The figure carried a scythe. The blade was long and very sharp.
Fear takes hold of me as I look into the hood of the figure. Darkness was all I could see. There was no face to be seen. I began to shake with terror. The figure chuckled. It wasn't a good, welcoming chuckle. It was a deadly, scary, mean one. The figure reached its scythe free hand out to me. I didn't move. It's hand really was made of bone.
When the figure realized that I wasn't going to take its hand it began to step towards me. I squeal and fell backwards. The figure laughs out loud with joy. But there was no joy to be found. At least not tonight. I crawled backwards as fast as I could. The figure just kept on walking to me. I scrambled to find my feet. I fell over them and tried again. I got on top of my feet and ran for it. The figure's head followed me. A flash of lightning and I saw the figure's awful face. Only it wasn't a face, it was a skull. An ugly, disgusting skull. The skull grinned at my terrified reaction. It laughed. Fear took hold of me and I couldn't move anymore.
The figure moved over to me. I screamed but it was useless. No one would come to help me. The figure now stood above me. It raised the scythe above my head. Another flash of lightning. I saw that repulsive smile on its awful face. Tears began to flow down my cheeks. The scythe was swung.
I fell to the ground and laid there unmoving. The figure walked over to me and lifted me away from my body. My body lade there unmoving. My skin had lost its color and had a new white one. My eyes starred off into the distance. My usual eye color was gone. Overtaken by darkness.
The figure took me up into the clouds. I was no longer a lost soul in a body. I was now where I wished I was from the beginning. I had finally found the place where I was meant to be.