Petrified!

Petrified!

A Poem by Leggolas
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Petrified!

by Leggolas

[Cast your sense to biased night,
seek that intertwined with plight.
Seduce,
unfetter those suppressed fears to seize foreboding scene,
as a bereft contour clutches hope,
on this!
The verge of Halloween]

Petrified!

Searing pitch [cocoons].

Roused howling
bleak
insidious squalls
savage,
ravage,
rattle crowns,
swooping down
their curious cusps
mither,
molest me.

Evasion’s stagger
falters,
alters,
wailing goads
taunt brittle mind.
Cracking limbs
arc
bar
stifle,
flailing fingers
slash
claw
blind,
taut tussle thrusts to ground,
fraught buckle braces ridicule
till,

Silence!
[not a sound].


Lull.
[Lascivious].

Slithers,
soothes seductively,
smothers,
peels productively [inseminates salvation].

Savours exudation.

Exposes!
] ISOLATION [
[whispers] “fragility”.

An icy chill consumes
upon the realisation.

[I am not alone]
“Something stalks my stride”.

Wanton.

Brooding.

Sinister.

Depraved!
[Mutilating frenzy seeps from imperfections flaw.
Hacked, matted still striations bare
craved splintered bone,
vented spleen,
pools of pulsing gore.
[The twitching drip of demise trails from slain secreted awe. The Demon seeks encore]

“I feel his gaze upon me”.

Frantic! glances gouge the gloom
sought
sable spectres merge.
Fear concedes impending doom,
fraught, stricken senses surge.

Clamber,
clamber
crawl.
Climb
stumble
sprawl,
rise
fumble,
fall,

[incensed]
splitting caterwaul concedes no clemency.
It’s shrieking shrill entices death,
[constriction hampers rampant breath]
vexed trepidation pleads “desist”
existence urges

“Rise”

“Resist!”

“Run!!”

“Run!!!”

defy Death’s wheeze,
clench,
flay,
wrench encumbering trees,
sweep aside enfeebling scree,
source that course which endures flee.”

Flight’s batter,
tatters
cripples
cleaves.

It’s splatter,
spatters
stipples
grieves.

Can’t breathe,
can’t seethe
can’t bind,
can’t be.

Can’t think,
can’t blink,
can’t find,

“Can’t see!”

“Oh Lord, my Saviour, hear thy plea,
please provide, guide to sanctuary”

[Twas then as if by Miracle, there came a peal from distant spire,
it’s divine intervention conceived chorus from celestial choir].

But sudden snap!
slapped signify,
cessation’s rapt,

“The Beast is nigh”.

Sensing clasping claws disserve,
survival enacts eeling swerve,
midst trapping,
sapping,
clapping leaves,
which rustle,
hustle,
tussle weaves,
as sprawling roots seek binding twine

[his footsteps almost filling mine].

Weary,
bleary,
aching “pleads!”

Raking,
shaking
eerie weeds
whose sprawling clutch encumbers plough,

“Oh toll, do not desert me now!”

A sudden glint!
a shaft of light
scuffles,
severs
snatches flight.
Those
wits
bewitched,
thus,
surface,
shirk,
that lurking,
midst
malicious
murk,
to
instigate resounding bounds,
which
sample,
trample
cruel confounds,
as
joyous surge
from
core’s
implore
delivers
pound
to hallowed door,

crazed rattle,
battles,
opens, SLAMS!
bolt exorcises awe.

I tremble to pure floor.



Uncontrollable cascades caress contours of relief,
but as the beckoning chimes fall silent,
[pent rapture’s rejoice is but brief].

Through trepidation, raising gaze infers the thought of living hell,
glazed, swollen eyes decipher haze,
a silhouette,
warped,
beneath the bell.
Life’s lustre’s
muster
swiftly fades,
chill bites me to jarred bone,
as the sinister glint from twitching blade,
slices sadistic masquerade
and The Demon steps from the shade.

My curdle
turns to stone.

© 2010 Leggolas


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Reading your poem felt like walking through a haunted house- or alone on a dark, rainy alley in the bad part of town. That's a compliment, of course. :)

Very nice, scary, well written & a delight to read this Halloween season.

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