At the Station on a Cold Evening

At the Station on a Cold Evening

A Story by emipoemi

While standing in the subway station,

The clock struck eight-o-three,

And fear as time ticked slowly on

Increased its hold on me.


I looked around the emptiness,

And wondered why I came.

The call I got could possibly

Have been some prankster’s game.


The icy cold blew through my skin,

I shivered where I stood.

Then saw him from the tunnel come,

His face behind a hood.


He stately stood amidst the gloom,

 As though he were in prayer-

His hands were laced, his head was bowed,

His breath slipped through the air.


I yearned for answers, yet could not

For all my efforts speak.

The cold and fear grew so intense,

I could not even squeak.


I wished that I had never come;

I wished that I could flee!

I could not bear to think of what

Could soon become of me!


He shifted, then, to stare at me

With eyes that glowed blood red,

And in a cold and raspy voice

Said ‘I can raise the dead.


Compose thyself, and mark me well:

I merely with my hand

Can make the dead rise from their graves,

And live once more on land.


I thus can raise thy wife and babes-

 Thy loving family.

Declare I may, and thou shalt see

Thy woe convert to glee.


Yet in return I ask a fee:

Thy soul, thy living breath.

Once three and thirteen years elapse,

Thy life shall turn to death.’


I reminisced about the day

We swerved into a crash,

Which somehow led to ev’ryone

Regarding me as trash.


I didn’t want to die in gloom

And even less in sin.

Yet wanting all this pact would bring,

I said: ‘Agreed. Begin.’



© 2017 emipoemi

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An action packed, poem that takes us on a journey with the emotions being the tracks!
Well done, keep it up :)

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1 Year Ago

Thank you. You bet I will :)

1 Year Ago

Yepp! No problem :)
Wow. Beautiful flow. I enjoyed reading it.

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1 Year Ago

I'm glad you did. Thanks for reading.
Hello, emi! :)
Great story, nicely put together and suspenseful.

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1 Year Ago

Glad you enjoyed it.

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Added on June 22, 2017
Last Updated on June 27, 2017
Tags: story, ballad, poem, poetry



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