Thanks to Bastet from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting today’s prompt, a “gothic” tale or poem — the macabre.
Was such a dreary night forewarned,
In dirt squiggled both bugs and worms.
For they too felt doom bemoaning,
To be out on this night groaning.
A monster from hell was spawned, a demon seething,
Earth felt the heaven’s warn, evil darkness speeding.
Why such a night did I choose,
To walk my scrawny pooch?
In a fight she would run straight home,
No blind love, she left me alone.
As twilight bubbled as witch’s brew steaming,
An evil curse my bones hurt knowing it was too near.
Our little neighbourhood was vast,
In pitch black terror I was cast.
My prayers mumbled beneath my —
Breath; I begged this night not to die.
Starlight and slim moon were covered by creeping thick fog,
Oh, how wished, for even my cowardly scared dog.
Felt I the breath of evil reek,
A touch of frost open my young cheek.
Of something old, of catastrophe,
An ancient wicked masterpiece.
A monster so dark, it did me choke, both claws squeezing,
All life from lungs, bones crushing while I was bleeding.
And now I’m nothing but my soul,
I choose — serve eternity bold.
Be not afraid as I was of dark,
For now I’m light, a fighting spark,
Giving courage, weapons to those facing monsters,
Sending back the most damned beasts, to hell launching.
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