A Halloween Poem

In the gloomy, grim Midwest

One dark October day,

I rode along a hilltop crest,

Past a quarry cold and grey.

It was late that afternoon

And I turned to head for home;

When across the barren dune

I saw a figure roam.

I called to him, but no reply

From that figure reached my ear.

And I could not believe my eye

But then he seemed to disappear!

I started, then, upon the path

Down into the dark ravine,

Shuddering to think what hath

Lain long therein, unseen.

When once I reached the floor

The afternoon to night was turning,

But in the dark, I heard a roar

As of a massive fire burning.

And from the distance came a cry

That left me feeling sickened.

And feeling Duty bade me try

To help, my pace I quickened.

The night wind tore my cloak

As I passed trees all dead and rotten.

The smoky, stony place bespoke

A time long since forgotten.

The wolfpacks bayed and howled

From distant, lonely places,

The tree trunks leered and scowled

With twisted moonlit faces.

When that last fatal bend I rounded

I saw the mighty fire, and the rings

By which it was surrounded

Of leaping, grinning, cackling THINGS.

And at the center of the blaze

I saw that at which they chanted,

A sight I’ll not forget for all my days

And on my deathbed shall be haunted.

I turned and ran, in mindless fear,

My faith and reason torn in half.

As I plunged on, I nigh could hear

Those awful creatures laugh.

Now I try to live what life I can

On my lonely country farm;

A broken, shattered, frightened man

Who lies awake for fear of harm.

I will only go out in the day;

And sometimes, in my room at night,

I think that I can hear them, far away,

As they chant their Diabolic rite.

7 Comments

  1. This is crazy good! I’ve never read this….I don’t think I’ve gone back in time and read your older posts. Mine started in 2014 but I hardly wrote any. In 2015 I started writing a lot more. Now I’m a machine lol. For real, this poem is so good. I could picture each scary scene that was depicted in each line.

    1. Thanks! Glad you liked it. There are a few posts I’ve done from years past that I’m quite proud of… which sounds like bragging, but I have also written literally hundreds of posts that I re-read and think, “Gosh, that really wasn’t so good, was it?”

      My early political posts in particular now seem almost unbearably pretentious to me. 🙂

      1. I thought I was the best ever when I started out. Now I go back and think immediately of different ways to make some of the older posts better. I still like some of them, of course. But The Quarter is by far my favorite, meaning the one I think was the best, but it hasn’t made publishers ring my doorbell lol.

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