If you're off to this townA Poem by AmelieWhat you don't know will hurt you.Heed what the old folks say When the sky
is dipped in deepest gray and the moon lurks beneath the scarlet bay: Halt. Do not. Just heed what the old folks say. If a wind dead frigid blankets your face and your veins a stream frozen at winter’s toiling Pins and needles; swim into the gushing Against your nape a kiss be laid onto. Here, boughs stretched like limbs on the eaves all bones- pulled apart. Heed what the old folks say If
an eagle’s cry hurl in tones affray and a raven’s squawk fall chorus past midday: Freeze. Move not. Do heed what the old folks say. If you chanced to meet eyes hollow as a well; empty as starless October Gather up your guts if they turn luminescent a glaring filthy red Its core- an ember aglow.
Heed what the old folks say Don’t
leave a woman with a babe astray flesh and skin they are to flay: Shhh. Speak not. Ye heed what the old folks say. Heed the lore of ancient Acacia; a clattering will soon break into the wake something cold and angry and hungry breathes beneath the brushwood and the leaves: Primeval is the fear its talons’ weave; old as Earth, wicked
as the Gods. Heed what the old folks say If you’re off to this town in May If you didn’t, It is sinister that could have befell The old folks have known too well. You chose your fate, you chose to stay. And to my dismay, here’s what I have left to say: Breathe. Breathe deeper… RUN. © 2012 AmelieAuthor's Note
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Added on November 3, 2012Last Updated on November 3, 2012 Tags: horror, fantasy, folklore, cautionary tale AuthorAmelieMemoryhouse , PhilippinesAboutCall me Mel. I'm a kaleidoscope of sorts. Create a playlist at MixPod.com more..Writing
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