Lost beneath the blood red moon
The air electric with anticipation
Something was coming
The hairs on my arms
Stood to attention
Telling me to run, move,
Fear had no limit
Gripping my mind with iron claws
Imagination ran like water
Sweeping into a giant pool of horror
I should write it down
Hope to come out of this with a best seller
The moon shone red shadows
Through tall dark trees
A feeling of cold dread
Slyly brushed the left side of my body
Something solid had passed me
Now walked behind me
I turn slowly to see I am alone
My thoughts jumping one over another
My thinking strange
A child you need to take care of
Stands to your left
Waiting, his time will come.
I had not planned on having children
My wife and I agreed before marriage
That thought could not be mine
I need to get out of these woods and write it down
Could be I had found the Holy Grail
The inspiration that had been missing for months?
My wife will be fascinated by my adventure today.
When I had done telling her
A strange look came across her face
Right after I said,
how daft to think we would have a child…?
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