The Open Tombs

As I sit at the corner of my room,                  

bored, and peering out of my window

in a dark night I see a bright glow,

and I notice the open tombs.

I look away terrified, with a locked jaw,

an act of light I say

but secretly in my mind I pray,

hoping those weren't open tombs I saw.

As my teeth rattle at the thought of them,

my doors open and close

soon my mind knows

the open tombs are the stem.

As everything around me zooms,

wind, whooshing and whistling

as my fear tears my sanity to a string,

I know I am being haunted, by the open tombs.

As I peer at the anarchy in my room,

I ask myself, now that I know

why I looked at the white glow at my window

as the terror around me, is the open tomb.