![]() At The End of NightA Poem by MachinaWriter![]() A poem...![]() What
is that there? Scuttling,
beneath the trees- I
don’t know where Hurriedly,
scurry me- -away And
keep me there ‘til the light of day Or
these might be the last words I say And
as we run, start to pray But whatever you do, don’t lose the way Through
the woods, we run at night It
chases us- just out of sight My heart beats, with my feet It's overcome with fright Twisted,
gnarled fingers Claw
at me like the bringers Of
deathly, hollow singers Calling
up from the pits- of eternal Hades Clawing
at my breaking wits- my mind screaming “save me!” But
we run on past, the wooded patch And
suddenly, we’re clear at last! Then it's quiet- and the moon’s light casts And
by it- I spy upon the vast Realm
of tombs- the ghostly mass Of
stonely shaped disciples Silent
in their prayer- followed by the cycle Of wind-whispered voices- calling out their titles Etched
upon the stone- of every quiet grave They
seem so all alone- and so I start to pray Slowly
creeping past, thinking that they may Pull
me down to be with them- The
friend they’ve learned to crave A
flutter of wings, I nearly scream As
a raven finds its perch Upon
the eaves, silently, of the lonely looming church That's crouched
beside the graveyard- like a creature ready to lurch With
broken eyes of glass, and a body of splintered wood Its shadowed mouth agape, ready to swallow me where I stood But as I faced my fate, I suddenly understood It
would have ate me then, if it truly could Then
through the trees, I start to see A
light upon the hill It
breaks the mist, and so’s dismissed The
monster that sought to kill The
graves are no longer lonesome They’re
peaceful in the light Sleeping
in their gardens At
the end of night. © 2012 MachinaWriterAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on September 13, 2012 Last Updated on September 13, 2012 Author![]() MachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..Writing
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