Village of the DamnedA Poem by Christopher JThis is a random poem that I wrote in 2008, according to the dates on the Word file.The flashing of lightning brightens the sky The rain almost flooding the beaten ground I stand here and find myself wondering why In the busiest village, there’s no one around
The village, usually so full of life, So still and silent on this dreadful night I can see no one, no man and no wife, And all i can sense is fear and fright
I see a faint silhouette in the dark But it moves too quick for my eyes to see I don’t hear the noises of footsteps or hooves As my mind starts to wonder “What could it be?”
Just as the question vacates from my mind I hear noises that don’t belong in this world Whatever it is came fast from behind The strike to the head sends me into a swirl
The village fades, my ears full of ringing, I fall to the ground, my hands on my head In the distance i hear the faint sound of singing And wonder if i’m still alive, or dead.
When i come too, panic floods to my heart It is still dark so it didn’t last long I kneel up, and all around my eyes dart Trying to see if anything’s wrong
But the village, exactly the same as before But now i see many shapes in the dark I try to lift myself up from the floor As one of the creatures lets out a bark
A Flash of lightning shows me my foe Wolf like creatures, like something out of a dream I look for places to run to, places to go And to my surprise i hear a mournful scream© 2012 Christopher JAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChristopher JBirmingham, West Midlands, United KingdomAboutI'm terrible at writing about myself. Feel free to message me and ask anything you wish. 24 year old Brit who has been writing for many years, with an aspiration to be a published author, although .. more..Writing
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