The Jabberwocky

This is a poem a poem about getting lost in the woods at night. Tip: Don't get lost in the woods at night.

 

In the secret corridors of South Jersey

Which twist randomly beneath the pine

A man was lost one moonlit night.

The earth was frozen beneath his feet,

A cold that was part loneliness, part air,

Which groped his ankles and slowed his pace.

A metropolitan man he was,

From sand of Egypt's cradle, Cairo,

Broke down on a dark road coming from New York.

Extensive wastes of sand he was

Used to, and cold no unfamiliar fiend,

But the darkness of this Tulgey wood....

"Welcome to the jungle," rustled the trees

In wind stirred by the fairy-slippered jigging of

Hamadryads, imposed by the fire of a harvest moon.

In the dark madness with them he danced

Their jig, not knowing whom they beckoned;

And in his delirium, the shadows slipped away.

In native Cairo they fear the undead,

For someone always comes back for revenge,

And while he danced he noticed not the largest shadow.

The shadow took him by his waist,

And shocked him out of his mad dance,

Into the embrace of the Jabberwocky.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son,"

Quoth the beast as he took the madness

From the lost Cairo man, along with his life.

In the secret corridors of South Jersey,

Another feast's been had, and no one ever hears

Cries for God and Allah in the night.

                                    -Mickey DeCicco

Reviews

[Salem]

Pretty sweet.....death....beasts....I like it....but not so much I'm a murderur you know?? Lol. great poem!