Calling

This is just a silly poem not to be take seriously Heard a whisper in the woods last night Dead asleep with the sheets tucked tight Unclear figure with shadowy frame Heard it calling me by name Afoot i traveled and wrongly alone Could hear the chattering of my bones Full moon lit sky nothing to cheer For it made the tree line just unclear And when the whispering stopped Was when i felt my heart drop A boney hand pressed on my back From that night on sanity i lacked