The Visitation

The Visitation

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

The Visitation
I thought I must have fallen asleep
When the day outside was light,
Then all my characters visited me
In the cold, hard depths of night.
They danced all over my keyboard,
Some happy,  some were sad,
Some were like little angels but 
Some others, just plain bad.

I sat bemused as I watched them there
Remembering, one by one,
The ones I’d penned in a love affair,
The ones I’d shot with a gun.
Some pointed out from the silver screen
And screamed they wanted revenge,
For all the pain that I’d put them through,
The crimes they’d want to avenge.

I know I tried to excuse myself,
Said it was down to the plot,
It wasn’t me that had made them up
Whether they knew or not.
I felt constricted in many ways
To make the story unfold,
There really were only seven themes
Of stories that could be told.

Nobody bothers to read them if
The endings are always nice,
The readers all want a hero, so
There must be a sacrifice,
There may be a sexy villainess
Who peppers her speech with lies,
But hypnotises the hero with
A glimpse of voluminous thighs.

For everyone that is evil 
There must be a counterpart,
A character that’s so sickly good
But ends with a broken heart,
And then there is Greed and Envy,
Lust, Gluttony and Wrath,
The age old curse of the seven sins
The worst of which is Sloth.

I told my hundreds of characters
They should be filled with Pride,
The last one of the seven sins
That they would be denied,
If only I hadn’t written them
But lazed about in Sloth,
I wrote them into my litany,
My favourite one is Goth.

David Lewis Paget

© 2020 David Lewis Paget


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David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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