Ye shall leave no more

For the haunted house poetry contest

 

 

Ye shall leave no more

By jack

 

 

It stood alone, o’ shadowed crawls

Deserted docks of scattered stains

Rotted wood beneath my feet

Rusted hinges scream in pain

 

A single flame, the candle fire

A rapid dance upon the breeze

Found, the stairway lined with blood

Ascending high above the trees

 

A sudden noise, the walls they breathe

Like someone drug on landing bare

A voice, a raspy spoken word

A warning, oh my heart doth share

 

Musty halls o’ ripped and tattered

Faded coverings shed their dust

A turning knob, an entry opened

Enter if you truly must

 

Death, the smell, it reeks this place

Locked away of deeds long past

Hidden, yet the prize I seek

Felt of boney fingers cast

 

A chill does travel down my spine

I fumble for a pocket knife

Protection from the figures dark

I fear to lose my very life

 

What place is this upon the moor

Of crashing waves and battered stone

A remnant of its former self

And I now wander all alone

 

The moon in clouded skies this night

Hath broken free and shone its glow

Creates a haunting atmosphere

An urging of myself to go

 

Yet still I feel the need to search

As curious as is roaming cats

To find the treasure rumored lost

I wage my life to bring it back

 

When there upon the mantle sits

An urn of golden grand design

Brazen as a captured wish

At last the treasure shall be mine

 

Upon its face, of hand inscribed

A warning in poetic verse

Four simple lines to now beware

This poem fields a wicked curse

 

All ye whom enter of this place

Of sacrifice and love lost pain

Dare not these ashes to remove

For thee shall never leave again

 

So quick of feet I make my haste

In scramble to the painted door

Then, slam; before my eyes it shuts

A whisper, “Ye shall leave no more.”

 

Apparitions, ghostly shapes

Now flood into the sitting room

Some faces I seem to recall

Fate hath brought them to their doom

 

My hands before my face they fade

These eyes they can no longer see

I float unto the heavens high

Oh Lord what hath become of me

 

It stood alone, o’ shadowed crawls

Deserted docks of scattered stains

As this shall be my resting place

For I shall never leave again

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

This is really good Jack!!! Oh my, 'tis one of the best Halloween poems I have read!! I especially like the "past days" feel to it!
And your rhyme, flow is wonderful..........."Me has the shivers and goosebumps now", but is worth it!! I am marking this as a favorite - a great time of the year to read it now so I am glad I missed it when you posted it!

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Sheila. Happy to have haunted you this day. :)

[Marie]

A chilling sort of poem...not your usual style, but equally as good.

[Jack...]

Thank you, just a short venture into a haunted world. I'll be back soon...I think.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Nice to see tis side of your Jack,
and very well compiled too...
a series of steps...into the uncanny...

[Jack...]

Thanks so much. Jack...embrace the dark side. :)

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

of the moon^_^

[Jack...]

Hvae no fear, it is merely just another brick in the wall.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

winds of change...after when doves cry

[Zahra]

Amazing imagery and wonderful use of words. :-)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much