At The End of Night

At The End of Night

A Poem by MachinaWriter
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A poem...

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What is that there?

Scuttling, beneath the trees-

I don’t know where

Hurriedly, scurry me-

-away

And keep me there ‘til the light of day

Or these might be the last words I say

And as we run, start to pray

But whatever you do, don’t lose the way

 

Through the woods, we run at night

It chases us- just out of sight

My heart beats, with my feet

It's overcome with fright

 

Twisted, gnarled fingers

Claw at me like the bringers

Of deathly, hollow singers

Calling up from the pits- of eternal Hades

Clawing at my breaking wits- my mind screaming “save me!”

 

But we run on past, the wooded patch

And suddenly, we’re clear at last!

Then it's quiet- and the moon’s light casts

And by it- I spy upon the vast

Realm of tombs- the ghostly mass

Of stonely shaped disciples

Silent in their prayer- followed by the cycle

Of wind-whispered voices- calling out their titles

 

Etched upon the stone- of every quiet grave

They seem so all alone- and so I start to pray

Slowly creeping past, thinking that they may

Pull me down to be with them-

The friend they’ve learned to crave

 

A flutter of wings, I nearly scream

As a raven finds its perch

Upon the eaves, silently, of the lonely looming church

That's crouched beside the graveyard- like a creature ready to lurch


With broken eyes of glass, and a body of splintered wood

Its shadowed mouth agape, ready to swallow me where I stood

But as I faced my fate, I suddenly understood

It would have ate me then, if it truly could

 

Then through the trees, I start to see

A light upon the hill

It breaks the mist, and so’s dismissed

The monster that sought to kill

The graves are no longer lonesome

They’re peaceful in the light

Sleeping in their gardens

At the end of night.

© 2012 MachinaWriter


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Author's Note

MachinaWriter
Something totally different than what I usually do. The first stanza came to my mind all at one time and I just started typing after that, without really thinking of where it was going. Let me know what you think ^^

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This is Beautiful!! Bravo!!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


MachinaWriter

11 Years Ago

Hey, I forgot about this poem lol Where'd you find this dusty old thing? lol xD I'm glad you enjoyed.. read more
MissEpic2902

11 Years Ago

No problem!! It's really good!! I found it in my read requests!! I'm only sorry it took so long to f.. read more
I think your poems when you start writing aimlessly are some of your best. :) This one is really good and I like the idea of it. :) Very original.

Posted 11 Years Ago


MachinaWriter

11 Years Ago

Thank you a lot ^^ They always seem to become stories of some kind. lol
I always say this, but this is just a beautiful story in the form of poetry, and I love it so much. It's so different from what I'm used to reading of yours, thus making it stand out. You did a wonderful job of painting a picture with words. The flow is great, the idea is great; it's an amazing write.

Posted 11 Years Ago


MachinaWriter

11 Years Ago

Well, first and foremost I've always wrote stories. I've been on a poetry kick lately, for some reas.. read more
Kelsey

11 Years Ago

That makes a lot of sense, it really shows that storytelling is your strong point. Don't get me wron.. read more
Creepy. This was a very interesting story that you told through this poem, and doesn't seem the best ones are the ones that just come to you out of nowhere. It makes it feel more natural.

I love the visualization this brought. I saw the fear stricken face of the person running and looking back at the graveyard and how they looked in the dark. Then the raven at ending the terror just before the sun came up was great.

I also liked how you threw the church in there, pointing out that even something as innocent and holy as a church building can be terrifying paired up with darkness and graves.



Posted 11 Years Ago


MachinaWriter

11 Years Ago

It was fun to write, that's for sure ^^ I felt for most of it like I was trying to capture something.. read more
A beautiful tale. Very dark but still poetic. It flows perfect, I dig this style. Keep wirting.

Posted 11 Years Ago


MachinaWriter

11 Years Ago

Yeah, the style was something a little different than what I normally do. But fun, nonetheless. Than.. read more

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My original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..

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