An awakening

Evil-minionby Ethel Twigg30 Apr 2015

Through the abandoned garden
he tread, resolute and firm
brambles snatching at him
a warning perhaps
for him to stay instead
the clock still ticking
as he entered the house
the locks unused
for a hundred years
through cobwebs and dust trails
stiff, creaky doors
pushing on regardless
in spite of his fears
to the place he knew of
that haunted his dreams
a resting place of sorts
ornate, century old prison
still resonating screams
the engraved name
on the sarcophagus
awoke unfamiliar memories
yet with a creak
a pale
deadly face was revealed
ebony hair and blood red lips
adorned in midnight silk
eyes opening quickly
and with a smile
she said "You came"