The Dockyard Horror

If blithering wasn't a curse,
I'd probably stop talking now,
But a few knocks to the head got me thinking.

 A little about's a time awhile ago,
A story abouts the dead,
Aye I say the dead,
Walking around abouts these parts.

 thats why I remember this place. 

Strange things happenin in the nights I say, 

Unspeakable,

That's why I have to go, 

No sir, please wait, 

Why so ignorant,
I,
Him,
The Pendant,
The girl,
Her frightened demeanour.

 I'll see the the jeweller, See if I can track it down, 

Where it came from, 

He knows not of the maker,
Only that its old, a relic,
Religious artefacts are auspicious,
Not of saleable interest,
Only that they're rare,
Your lucky you brought it to me”,

 he says. Someone could a got a pretty penny outta you”.

 He laughs and turns the pendent over, 

A bristled chin sedately juts, 

you see this mark, its Pagan,
The pastor by the dockyards, he'll know a thing or two, O'er some brandy mind you,
Keep it out of site though, 

And don't go showin this around, People o'er these parts, There leery about such things”, 

He stops a moment, a blank stare, Turns and says,
Get out of here”, 

Another fob,
But a type of lead,

 Somewhere I might find some leave, This job is tiring,
There's no more time,
If another must again die this night, To the very depths of dankness its been, He's on the run but no destination in site, Dockyards this time, why?
This horse is paced out,
And I'm impatient,
I knew it, another foul pit,
Where does this country end, Possibly here,
A reverend?
The only one to know,
?
.
Its an irrelevance! 

A lie,
A story assured, Word of tongue, A pagan lore, But if I must, 

I'll search the shelves,
See what book so surly tells,
Are here it is,
The book of spells,
This symbol signifies,
A demon from hell,
Its old so I say,
There's too much time,
Since this was made,
Has passed on by,
That we could be at no danger from them, Who has carried one of those”, 

Why? I remark, 

His brow a stares,
Because they killed every one of them”, 

Who? 

He laughs out a bitter grin, Monsters and ghosts and vampires!” See what I mean a story that's all, 

From here dare I say? 

No son, a coast town awhiles north, Little to do why your chasin a murderer”... 

I'm aghast,
Why would you say,
I'd be chasing a murderer today, 

Because wind has word son, And its been done again today”, 

Crimson is what I see,
When it comes to an end,
And a mindless fool is caught dead, Routed by an ingenious tact,
I got him but I cannot retire,
For his yet another attack just doesn't make sense,
He cannot be in two places at once, Another lead though, Another clue,
This ones heading north too,
A similar attack,
A stupor a fit,
No reason to die,
But yet again a dank-end pit, 

There's little light,
They move at night,
But this is old,
How far have they gone,
The remoteness tells me farther on, Again I'm pressed for time, And they don't wait around, The sooner I act,
The farther the ground,
Will get me this night,
To the next sorry town, 

By morning I'd reached an old fishing hut, Quiet,
My fears,
Are they true,
Yes they are,
A dead man lying in the back shed, Fresh,
S**t!

I look out the road yonder,
A rocky hill,
No tracks?
Nothing,
I've caught up to it,
Where are you? I think,
Hiding?
Where?
A dark place..
Watching,
Chills,
Reality spills out into my holster, And all I can see is the shack, Black,
I breath in a rhythm as I advance, The darkened windows look even darker, Tin swaying in the breeze, 

The tension, The door the front room my gun, 

A noise, 

A scuttle,
A girl bursts out towards me from the kitchen, Pray tell I wrestle her to the ground,
But her limbs exude the power of a bear,
And I must restrain her,
Even at the command of stop, she will not,
For a long few minutes she slows and I am exhausted, Her arm,
It bears a mark,
And her eyes they are white and shodden,
She lashes again and I'm thwarted,
Now I seem to be a victim to be,
But her ill spent frame just stares at me,
I am terrified, 

But why am I so curious, I ask her,
What is your name?” 

Legion!” 

Legion?”
Yes I am Legion!” 

I'm curious Why a devil? So I ask, 

A devil?” 

Legion!”
I am Legion! I am Legion! Legion! Legion!” 

My fears are true,
And I am yet again embraced by her steel like theist, Her rancid breath lashes out at me, 

Spittle o'er my face, The mother awaits me!”