A Child's Cry

a little bit of horror

 

I love this big old gothic house, you ran across and you bought for me

You know I am obsessed with antiques and things associated with history

In old places like this, I always wonder about the owners, that went before me

Oh the things I wonder about, that only history and the imprinted walls, they, and they alone hold the key.

 

Gargoyles all around this place, I bet previous owners, thought these things would protect them

The gothic style of this place can certainly give one chills

Everything is so in tact, just like a skirt and it's hem

To look at this place, one knows things here might scare them and they might not understand the things they feel.

 

The first night in this place, a storm outside, naturally the electricity goes out

Leaving us to use candles, and walk around in the candle's very dim light

In this dim light, it can cause one to question what they see, making one full of doubt

You have to take time to think about everything within one's sight.

 

Now in the dimness we start hearing things, that no explanation can explain

Above us it's like we hear someone walking, they sound like the person would be very heavy

Beside the unexplainable footsteps, we can hear the torrents of rain

I go upstairs, trying to find the source of the footsteps but there is nothing I can see.

 

The we start to hear what sounds like a child as it cries

Is this really happening? There is a reason causing this to occur

We take it upon ourselves, to try to follow the sounds of the child that cries

Following the sounds, we end up outside, taking us to a shallow grave,it's like we are being pulled here, and from here we can not deter.

 

Right off the back porch in the pouring rain, we stand and you start to dig at the shallow grave

The more you dig, the louder the child seems to cry

You stop for a moment, but I ask you to continue in this we must remain brave

Then we see bones, human bones, and those of a child, one that lead us here, them wanting us to know here in this shallow cold hole, the poor child must have taken their last breath, as here they had to die.

 

 

Reviews

[Brette Medb]

Creepy, i loved the rhyme and flow. Great write.

Brette

[lori c]

the imagery in this piece is amazing, i was hooked from the beginning. you tell a great story in this poem. any thoughts as to writing another to tell the child's story ? excellent write.