Haunted

Haunted shadows glare at me,
Created by the shimmering white moon,
Surrounded by a halo of light, it watches my every move,
Soft, crunching footsteps make my heart hammer in my chest,
And my breath catch in my lungs,
Who is out there,
Or what is out there,
Tangled, reaching vines ensnare my stumbling feet,
Glowing yellow eyes stare out at me from the scruffy underbrush,
I blink and look away, they are gone in such a rush,
Watching and waiting the footsteps wait for me to slip,
Dark wistful eyes, snarky sly grin,
They watch and wait among the creeping shadows,
Mournful, wailing cries of the desert born dingo give me icy chills,
The shriek of the silent and swift owl make my hairs stand on end,
I slowly and surely put one step in front of another,
Never knowing where I'm treading,
Forever knowing the feeling of dread,
Never seeing what happens next,
Forever seeing the dark jagged shadows,
The dark haunted forest gives way into the moonlit, forbidden desert,
Wind blows up little swirling storms in the icy red dirt,
The vacant, silent desert encourages the negative cacophony of voices in my head,
Nothing will ever look the same.