Dark memories
Like a never-ending nightmare
Being woken… summoned
The steel cold realization
Fear of what lay before me
Urgency pushed us
To make haste
Knowing the inevitable
The curse
Has arrived to take its due
Cruel in it determination
A demon whose torment had been relentless
Ruthless in its conviction
To take a life
It came for her in the dead of night
At the devils hour
It struck an innocent
My pain made real
My mother had
Died

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe