First bit of some old poetry: Figure and Remember

Here's some poetry of mine, back from 2007, when I was young. Its drafts, so take a look but don't compare it to my newer stuff :)

Ailsa Williamson 28^th October 2007

Aged 15

There’s something in the atmosphere,

And a murmur in the air,

A feeling of spectacle,

And distraught despair.

There is a child’s cry,

I hear it long and deep,

In the forest of the twilight,

While the town lies asleep.

There is silence in the alleyway,

In the deadened town,

A whisper is telling me,

Gloom is settling down.

There is a figure there,

Full of sudden trickery,

His eyes are flaming torches,

And behind him lies a mystery.

The man is slender,

Tall and skin so fair,

Two sharpened fangs,

Are bordered with black hair.

This is the night of all nights,

The one he has been waiting for,

For many a day he has come,

As a shadow beneath the door.

For years this has been happening,

Same day over and over

With no reason for it at all,

Except to spread fear forever.

And the figure stares at it all,

From his window in the house,

Watching us all as we jump,

As one heart of a timid mouse.

We see fear so often,

But take it not so lightly,

Remember today of this rhyme,

And think not Halloween so slightly.