Whenever the Mist...

Whenever the Mist...

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

The hoofbeats come through the mist at night
And the sound of clattering wheels,
While Ursula sits at the Inn in fright,
And we all know how that feels,
There’s not been a coach for a hundred years
On these cobblestones, lining the lanes,
Not since the smugglers used a hearse
To carry their ill-gotten gains.

And though she may peer through the pebble glass
When the mist lies thick in the night,
She hopes that she’ll see the phantom pass
But it’s always out of sight,
A little beyond the light that beams
From the lamp that filters in,
To the darkened room in its haze of gloom
That they call the Smugglers Inn.

There’s a story told from the days of old
When the customs lay in wait,
Their pistols drawn just before the dawn
When the hearse would meet its fate,
And Captain Sly with his one good eye
Was shot as he hit the ground,
While Ursula hears his cry of fear
As the customs gather round.

She only hears the scuffle of feet
And the neigh of a frightened horse,
That echoes out of the distant past
While the mist obscures its course,
But out, like a smear on the cobblestones,
And just where the Captain stood,
It takes a day just to fade away,
A pool of the Captain’s blood.

It’s only whenever a mist appears
That she hears the clattering wheels,
And thinks of death as she holds her breath
To know what the mist reveals,
For after the Captain has hit the ground
In front of the Smugglers Inn,
The door will open without a sound
For that’s when the ghosts come in.

David Lewis Paget


© 2017 David Lewis Paget


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A rather creepy tale...well written...

Posted 6 Years Ago


It's been so long since I've read your work, but I never forgot how easily I get drawn into each one. This one seemed haunting, especially those last few lines. Loved it.

~Luna

Posted 6 Years Ago


Hey, great job. This has a very 19th century-English feel. I enjoyed it a lot :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


A nice ending to a entertaining tale in the poetry. Thank you David for sharing the amazing poetry and story.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago


I enjoyed it very much! Well done.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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