The Stokers of the Earth

(poems go here) The fluorescent moon Of the black night sky, the only light to shine in the abandoned town. Frigid air burns my porcelain skin. Drifting through the streets, A cloud of breath in front of me feels warm. Wandering, I find a dim street lamp. My palms sweating like a cold glass. I was nervous I had to be. It wasn’t there… yes it was! Frail, bent, decrepit, body limps towards me with a flowing step. The stoker of the earth creeping out of the dim light. As I sneak towards the ruble to escape, Crashing into the ground. The head of the creature snapped towards me Legs dragging, quickened pace, darkness as a face. My Eyes shifting to the body I see it The long, jagged edge of a blade. Shining under the fluorescent moon I was blinded Shocked, Frozen. My knees rattle like a snakes tail Eyes filling with tears I jumped to escape As I turn into my own nightmare The darkness was everywhere The stokers multiplied Nowhere to run I was surrounded I was alone.