Haunts

They say he walks in night,

Clothed in fading bright of days gone by,

Clothed in enticing sight of better days,

Clothed dimming, dying olden light—

All a maze

All a haze

Don’t gaze upon his eyes,

Which catch and hold

Like sticky-papered flies

And pull you into the old—

The apathetical misery of

The days gone by

In modern-day the lie.

 

They say he walks caped and cloaked,

In molded misery soaked and

Creaking dry-old bones choked

Rote be footsteps far from home

Epitome be doomed piano note.

 

They say he stalks in nightbreak’s tears,

Crowned with all worry and all fears

Wrinkles etched from eternal years.

 

They say he haunts in night

Like a trickster on parade

Like a black-knight cunning charade—

The devil’s Charlemagne:

Beacon of Death’s surrender

On his nightly campaign.

 

Reviews

Nualla practically said everything I can. Good form, good rhythm, and good use of words. This is a good read

[None]

This is hauntingly good with a special flair. Great use of rhyme and unique words throughout. You paint quite a character here with your excellent words.