It Came At Night

It Came At Night

A Poem by Fran Marie

I heard a hissing, whistling sound

'twas a dark ring around the moon

Trees were swaying on the ground

as if dancing to a tune

 

I sat swinging on the porch

passing the time away

when in the distance,I saw a torch

zig-zagging down by the bay

 

Jumping up I strained to see

What i saw was a figure in black

approaching close to me

Chills ran up and down my back

 

I turned suddenly without hesitation

thinking surely evil comes my way

Swiftly running with such desparation

What unholy thing was this?

What it was I cannot say!

 

I remember,it came at night

A night I'd surely would like to forget

My hair had turned white from fright

yes, It came at night, memories linger yet.

 


 

© 2008 Fran Marie


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This is good. I was able to picture a witch skitting across the skyline. Maybe she was searching for something, I don't know. Whatever caused the witch to be out there it couldn't be good 'cause it's a witch right? The black colors she was wearing couldn't indicate anything good I imagine but then again, maybe she's a misunderstood goth witch. I see those all the time in my neighborhood only they don't ride brooms and they usually have more than one part of their bodies pierced in what had to have been a very painful manner.
Again Fran, you have an obvious advantage in the length department but I have to say I like my clown's chances if I can get the contest judge to read on to the "The end." (Dave smiles)

Good luck Frannie.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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A delightful frightful write! eeerie!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

love the darkness that flows through this .... great job ...

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A most chilling write....nicely done :-)

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Darkly penned macabre. Well done, my friend. Very Poe in it's influence, and yet I can also see a bit of Byron amidst the lines. A classic, nevertheless, and one that holds mystery and suspense within its stanzas; a trick not commonly seen in modern poesy.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is quite Macabren, very enjoyble. I was looking for a good scare marie, and you gave me one, lol^^

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is good. I was able to picture a witch skitting across the skyline. Maybe she was searching for something, I don't know. Whatever caused the witch to be out there it couldn't be good 'cause it's a witch right? The black colors she was wearing couldn't indicate anything good I imagine but then again, maybe she's a misunderstood goth witch. I see those all the time in my neighborhood only they don't ride brooms and they usually have more than one part of their bodies pierced in what had to have been a very painful manner.
Again Fran, you have an obvious advantage in the length department but I have to say I like my clown's chances if I can get the contest judge to read on to the "The end." (Dave smiles)

Good luck Frannie.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Fran Marie

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