Mystery Of Misery

A Poem by Austin

A Halloween Poem

Mystery Of Misery
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Ensconced in a disheveled rathskeller,
Quaffing ale on All Hallows Eve.
The night was old and was time to go,
To my home, I started to leave.

Was a dank and airy gait through town,
To the long lane in which I abide.
Past the charnel house of our diminutive town,
I caught the sonance of delving inside.

Much late I thought for moiling,
Then a reverie crept up my spine.
Mabey best I kept on my meandering way,
But disquieted whether it was malign.

Listening close to direction of sound,
I mooched to the backside of the hill.
At first I was sure I found my mark,
Then suddenly the necropolis grew still.

Eerily I gazed around,
And beheld a forsaken sight.
One sole shovel beside a grave,
Along an old lanterns glowing light.

I cocked my ear for footsteps,
Whistling wind the only sound.
Tip-toed over the open hole,
A battered man lay in the ground.

My frame of mind turned to dread,
As I jumped down to help him out.
He must of drudged into collapse,
Damn fool was too devout.

Trundled the old fella over,
My heart stood perfectly still.
His eyes extirpated from his face,
And skin blue as the chill.

Jolting back I let him go,
Stood fixed in disbelief.
In the silence I herd a step,
Behind me, my nerves unsheathed.

Slowly, I turned and looked,
Lightning stung me in the face.
The cold steel of a shovel,
Blasted me back in the old man's space.

Confounded in what had transpired,
The delving began again.
Being buried alive in my new home,
Buried alive with my new blind friend.

Austin G Wright
2009