The little guy

A story that is more then beneath the eye.

There was once a small little guy,
who was a little blond and a little shy.
His name was a mystery to one and all,
Yet this is how this little man stood tall.

Thousands of years ago, in a place quite near;
a small village was shedding blood tears.
For every week at exactly 12 O’clock,
A person dies and weakens the flock.

The little guy was a well-known messenger;
known for the fact that he took no passenger.
He was hated and spat on by each girl and guy.
Yet nobody even bothered to ask him “why?”

Deep inside the dark woods of the night,
Creatures emerge of indescribable fright.
For the dark lady hides her children,
when they emerge with their brethren

The little guy saw these things,
 his eyes were struck with stings.
The creatures were tiny and cute,
one of them even played the flute!

Then, the creatures spotted him,
Cute and cuddly turned to evil and grim.
As each one exposed razor-sharp teeth,
ready to rip away the whole keep!

So the little guy ran, ran like a rat,
the creatures lost interest like cats.
He finally found a large farmhouse,
and was greeted by a girl in a blouse

The little guy asked to spend the night;
the girl smiled, and said it’s all right.
So the man slept in peaceful grace,
How lucky he was to find this place.

The hour hand strikes twelve,
Books fell from the shelve.
Waking up the little guy,
Just in time to say goodbye.

Thousands of creatures rushed in,
what evil could create such kin?
Ripping the house free of all color,
leaving it black as a withered flower.

The little guy cowered in his bed,
Wishing that moment he was dead.
Then he heard an ear piercing scream!
“I hope this is just a horrible dream!”

The creatures flew as the dark lady sings,
Yet they touched nothing of the things.
Filling yet not touching the large house
except of course, for the girl in the blouse.

  Finally mustering up a little brave,
He got up and rushed to her brace.
What he saw was a dreadful ploy,
any other nightmare is a toy.

Thousands of creatures in the girl’s room,
covering every inch of herself, a sight of doom.
The gentle smile of hospitality now frowning fear,
The little man stood, did nothing except shed a tear.

The creatures dragged her straight outside,
Where the dark lady was waiting with pride.
The little man saw the dark lady at last,
he wish he could erase this particular past.

The dark lady was strangely a beautiful eye treat.
Long twisted hair stretches to her feet
A pale dead face looking from colorless eyes,
With a frown like someone who constantly dies.

The dark lady then hugged the little girl,
she was slowly wrapped in her curls.
She stood there, motionless, embracing her prey.
Wondering why the girl just shrugs and stays.

Then the lady gave a small weak release,
The girl turned around, and was deceased.
Instead of the smiling hospitality in her face,
was a horrible creature, smiling with disgrace.

So to this very day, the little man braves the night,
constantly finding the creatures, looking for a fight
Hoping that they would this time take him,
to atone for the girl, to atone for his sin.

Author's Note

Each week, at exactly 12 o clock, the creatures rise from the little man's soul and he kills a person. In his eyes he sees actual monsters killing these people, but in reality he is the one doing the killing. One day, after the girl's murder, he notices this fact, and from that day on he goes into the woods alone trying to muster the courage to suicide, but each time failing, and the 12 O'clock killings continue. The dark lady is represents all of his victims, and is welcoming the new victim(the girl in the blouse) to herself, then the girl turns into a creature.

Reviews

[Bubo]

Excellent story of your imagination, and alot of detail so I could clearly view this running in my mind, the flow was great too.....the authors note explains well the great poem you have created, very interesting the way you weaved this tale.

Then the lady gave a small weak release,
The girl turned around, and was deceased.
Instead of the smiling hospitality in her face,
was a horrible creature, smiling with disgrace.

So to this very day, the little man braves the night,
constantly finding the creatures, looking for a fight
Hoping that they would this time take him,
to atone for the girl, to atone for his sin.