The Visitation

The Visitation

I thought I must have fallen asleep

When the day outside was light,

Then all my characters visited me

In the cold, hard depths of night.

They danced all over my keyboard,

Some happy,  some were sad,

Some were like little angels but 

Some others, just plain bad.

I sat bemused as I watched them there

Remembering, one by one,

The ones I’d penned in a love affair,

The ones I’d shot with a gun.

Some pointed out from the silver screen

And screamed they wanted revenge,

For all the pain that I’d put them through,

The crimes they’d want to avenge.

I know I tried to excuse myself,

Said it was down to the plot,

It wasn’t me that had made them up

Whether they knew or not.

I felt constricted in many ways

To make the story unfold,

There really were only seven themes

Of stories that could be told.

Nobody bothers to read them if

The endings are always nice,

The readers all want a hero, so

There must be a sacrifice,

There may be a sexy villainess

Who peppers her speech with lies,

But hypnotises the hero with

A glimpse of voluminous thighs.

For everyone that is evil 

There must be a counterpart,

A character that’s so sickly good

But ends with a broken heart,

And then there is Greed and Envy,

Lust, Gluttony and Wrath,

The age old curse of the seven sins

The worst of which is Sloth.

I told my hundreds of characters

They should be filled with Pride,

The last one of the seven sins

That they would be denied,

If only I hadn’t written them

But lazed about in Sloth,

I wrote them into my litany,

My favourite one is Goth.

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Another outstanding Poem that spoke to my heart and mind as though I were captured in time ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham