It Creeps

 

 

It Creeps

 

It creeps through the window

So bright and ominous

I move back as it comes closer

retreating from it

Locked in a room

No place to run

Trapped

Trapped

 

It grows closer and I back away

further

Beyond the door behind me is safety

Cool hard metal stands between me

 and the safety of the shadows

 

The shadows in the room start

to withdraw

The sun is rising

Two choices lay before me

I could give in

Or I could accept what I am

I tried to fight it

Tried to make a home in their

world

Such foolishness

I never truly was

My sire suggested as much

 

“Do not trust them.” He said,

“They do not deserve mercy.

Hunt those that are evil and

hide. We do not belong in the

light.”

 

I denied his truths

I said that I was different

That he was wrong

That I could live in peace

with them

Never taking life

 

I will not give in to the dark

powers I could command

They bring the whispers

The hunger that is hard to

quench

That try to consume me

Devour me

Making me unmerciful

like him

 

But he wasn’t

They took me as I slept

Carried me to this place

Speaking and pleading

I tried reason

But they did not listen

They cast me into this place

Alone I am left to die

 

Rushing the door I ram it with

my body

It does not budge

I am not strong enough to move it

Not like my sire

I left him

He only meant well

But in my hubris I chose to ignore

him

 

Looking for another

way out

Any crack or weak point

Even the window has bars I noticed

earlier if I dared it

My eyes turned towards the door I

forget the danger behind

Stepping into the light it burns

me

 

Pain

Terrible pain

Unlike anything I’ve ever felt

Ripping through me

Burning me it makes me

scream

 

Rushing to the safety of the door

I groan and shudder

The sickening scent of my own

burning flesh

My body is ruined and scarred

I will remember forever what was

done to me

 

I hate them

I hate them all

I did nothing to deserve this

Not one life I taken until now

But before the next sunrise I

will kill them all

Every last one of them

 

Supposedly pious fools

I see their black souls

They have no protection against

me

They are not good men

Not one among them

My jailers are men who are marked

by their evil deeds

I see their secrets

Each image vivid and truthful

They cannot hide what they are

from me

Villains

Liars

Accursed hypocrites

Like a reaper in the fields I shall be

among them

One by one they will fall

But first I must get out

 

Withdrawing shadows offer me

hope

My master taught me how to use

them

Then I will find them

 

The choice again

Vengeance or die

Now the choice is easy

Looking into those shadows now I

choose life and sink into them

Disappearing on one side I reappear

on the other

Darkness envelopes me

I find comfort in it

For a brief moment my

pain disappears

My own power pulsing

inside

Giving myself to it I

accept all that I am

I am free

Author's Note

A poem describing the first step in the Reaper's tranformation.

Reviews

[Morgan Ashire]

Reaper? I'm pretty sure that screams "VAMPIRE" to me. Are you by chance a roleplayer? If you are, you may take a liking to the game by White Wolf "Vampire: The Requiem." All in all, a decent piece. It would have been more powerful with a rhyme scheme, as you were focusing on emotion, but you still got your point across in an... ...encyclopedic kind of way. I'd work on the convoyance of emotion to the reader.

Very nice I like your description of this mans pain.

[Dani California]

Oooh, I really enjoyed this. Wonderful imagery! It reminded me a little of an Anne Rice novel... a vampire discovering and accepting what he is. This is fantastic!

Nice work :)

[Jess: ~The Sidekick~]

I love this! The imagery is so wonderful! It's so dark... I like dark. Wonderful write dear. And there's so much truth in becoming free by merely embracing what you are. You cannot change that which is within you.

[Dawn Jones]

Better I like that extra part about the shadows and the powers.

[Dawn Jones]

There is nothing wrong with this other then it might be better as a short story rather then a poem. That way you can fill in missing detail and make it really riviting. And my only question is, that, if he could slip through shadows why didnt he do it before the sun burned him? That would be the first logical thing to do. It makes the read question and once the reader does that they no longer believe in your world so you lose them. Maybe if this were a story you could show how he is so frustrated and upset and new to this ability that he tries but cant until he is so mad that it finally works. You see what I am saying here?

[Flow]

Being a Reaper would be an enjoyable profession. This reminded me of a vampire going through a transformation as well. I like the feelings he was having and how he reasoned through them. Good Write!