poems for poetry challenge

wild things marching me to my doom

walking through a dark forest
late at night
the midnight hour approaches
and the wild things

come out to play
dressed in black
zombie like apparitions
walking down the forest path

in the moon light
filled with horror
and dread

watching the fiends
straight from Hell
marching along the path

I watch them
as they grow close
and i am filled
with nameless fear

dread and anticipation
as the nightmarish real
demons, wraiths and zombies

approach me
surround me
and tell me

it is time to go
the grim reaper
is waiting
it is my time

I scream out
I need more time
just another day

the wild things
growl at me
and grab me

and march me
to meet my fate
and I become
a mindless zombie

marching down the path
on the way to hell