Too Late To Scream Poem by Joshua Amaefule

The night scents of incensed darkness
A taunting drill for blindness
Not the moon or stars to lit the sky
Except scorching cold that burns the skin dry
With thorny breeze in stillness that only cry

A lonely path, a tavern harbours behind
Comfort for junkies and monstrous mind
Body waste odour fluctuatingly and suffocating
An ambience of a graveyard and a den for baiting
Not a sign to find when a crime is starting

A sloppy drunk came tottering and staggering
Can't really say if a man or a woman
Alone and away from humans gathering
Unable to notice the place is on ban
Silent thundering followed by a flash lightening span

An unknown creature lurking behind the shadows
Revealing large illuminating red eyes in the hollow
Then came a sharp croaking and hissing sound
Which made the drunk to turn around
Unfortunately it is too late to scream