Hell on the Mount

      Whilst camped in the mountains
      not a care in the least
      bedded down for the night
      not aware of the Beast

      Heard a rustle of a sound
      woke me up from my sleep
      out I peered from my tent
      what I saw made my flesh creep

      Unearthly figured
      all swathed in gloom
      with a din like a banshee
      I felt nigh my doom

      My son seeing me thus
      ventured his gaze about
      I tried to warn him
      but couldn't shout

      He froze and was stricken
      with horror and fright
      turned pale as the moon
      on this moonless night

      Our companion then roused
      startled by our imminent dismay
      gave call to our tormentor
      not comprehending the foray

      Wits gone from my mind
      tearing back through the tent
      the wraith shrieked forth again
      my soul thoroughly rent

      We no longer tarried
      grabbing no kit nor provision
      fearing per-fervid chase
      to carry us to perdition

      I won't go back to the mount
      that horrifying black region
      where dwells the creature unknown
      in demonic legion

      : Bobby Nichols 9/8/2003