Narrative Poems

1) A grey room

Nothing but shadows: with an evil figure, I hear the voices in my head, telling me to escape...but I don’t know how. The sounds of cold winds fill the room. I can’t even tell what time of day it is, the cold makes me think it’s nighttime, but I can’t be sure. It smells metallic, like blood. The shadow reveals itself, an unknown man is it’s result. His hooded face only reveals glowing, yellow eyes. He pops his knuckles as he draws closer to me. Then I realize, I’ve been here before, and I’ve spilled blood on the floor of the grey, grey room.


2) Paris in Flames

All I see are yellow eyes, I hear the screams of the damned, Zombies. They surround me, I can see them everywhere. The sky’s so full of smoke that I can’t even see the sun. My body is full of fear. All I can smell is the clouds of smoke. The Zombies surround me, but wait, he’s back, the hooded figure from the grey room. He pulls out his rifle and throws me another one and says four words: “Fight to the death” I’m in Paris and it’s in flames, smoke fills the skies, and the damned surround us.

-Written by the one and only Dakota "The Tank" Harkess