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|Alone in a Field (standard:horror, 367 words)
|Added: Sep 29 2008
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|A poem inspired by all the things that go bump in the night.
Alone in a Field As I stand alone, This dark and stormy night. Evil walks under the moonlit sky. Alas I have no fear. On this night I have seen: The dead walk old familiar fields. Ghosts given leave, To maim and kill. The bats soar through the night. Crying for their next meal. While along the forest's edge. Monstrous eyes glow a murderous red. At the church ruins, On top of the hill. Witches dance and warlocks laugh. Practicing their black arts. From the bogs I could hear, The werewolves howl with murderous delight. While the undead drank heavily, From anything that bleed. Demons crawl from dark places, In search of maidens. For trophies they'll carry them home. And gnaw on them tell they hit bone. The nights growing darker now. The fog is settling. Clouds are rolling in. And lightning is threatening. Soon true evil will emerge. From the ground it will rise. Not living! Not dead! He is their overlord. To him homage will be paid, And evil will gather. So Satin can collect his tax, From the souls who have passed over. All this I have seen, And still I am not afraid. I've been standing here alone Here in this field for many a year. Every Halloween I see the same. The ghosts, goblins, and demons. That stands, float or crawl. Prey on all manner of creatures big and small. Starving, bleeding, maiming and killing. The righteous, the brave, the rich and the poor. All emerge from their graves. Not much more than skeletons they arise. They ache to be whole again. With hollow eyes the search the night. To wear your skin, And feast on warm flesh. These to I have seen. I didn't try to stop them. Not because I was afraid. I simply didn't care. You see, the humans put me here, In this empty field. They staked me to the ground. Then walked away never shedding a tear. Every night and day For seven long years I'm made to work. Whether I want to or not. I'll tell you something, Being a scarecrow sucks! Except for Halloween, When I can't help but laugh at the sites I see. Tweet
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