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The Dare
By: Ami Wilber Mosher
In dark,
A well of night,
I stood there waiting,
Nerves wound tight.
My friends had laughed,
And then they dared me.
They thought I’d leave,
The cemetery.
So there I stayed,
With mossy stones.
Full of fear,
And all alone.
My breath plumed out,
In icy bits,
As I clung onto,
My failing wits.
Nothing to fear!
I’m not a believer!
But I knew my thoughts,
Had been my deceiver.
I knew that there,
Were things of old,
That chill your bones,
And steal your soul.
I prayed to make it,
Through the night,
And see the glorious,
Morning light.
I felt a touch,
As cold as ice,
And through my fearful heart,
It sliced.
And then it swept
Across my face,
Around my neck,
It’s finger traced.
I felt despair,
And all alone,
Clenching deep,
And to the bone.
Heartbeat pounding,
Like a drum.
I tried to move,
But couldn’t run.
I heard a scream,
From fears cup sipped,
And knew the scream,
was my lips.
A voice was whispered,
In my ear,
“You shall not leave,
We want you here!”
My friends were wrong,
It’s safe to say,
I won’t be leaving,
Here today.
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