for I shall never leave again

One last scary poem for the Halloween season

~

So vacuous this winding road,

a rainy eve for man, not fit

As shivers course my dampened skin,

my trusted car, this place does quit

 

When through the pines these eyes do spy,

a silhouette of monstrous feel

Of glass and timber, scattered seed,

my Lord, a house, can this be real

 

For this before, my journeys long,

so many years of paths aligned

A legend spoke not for the weak,

at last, my quest, this night I find

 

~

It stood alone, o’ shadowed crawls,

deserted docks of scattered stain

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 dragged 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 my trusty 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,

through cluttered shelves, my mind doth track

To find perhaps a treasure lost,

then wage my life to bring it back

 

When there upon the mantle sits,

an urn of golden grand design

Brazen as a captured wish,

this now, a 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

~

Reviews

[Lorry]

..... Is it safe to come out now?
No more scary biscuits for another year, I hope and I can get back to to just slapping myself down to just a slight panic when I see a spider or crawlie beastie!
Oh and just a quick FYI Will.... Don't head toward the light! Do a complete 180 and run for all you're worth and hopefully you will land wide awake in your bed and let out a sigh of relief that it was all just a scary dream and there is indeed no place like home.
But I bet you're wondering why you woke up wearing Ruby slippers! 😊

[willweb]

Oh, the ruby slippers were mine but where the hell did that little dog come from? : ) Thanks my friend.

[M]

A spooky tale weaved by your web. No Halloween where I reside but I am well aware of its origins. Your rhyming verse and tight meter lends itself well to the form you choose to write in and the tales you like to tell. An imaginative piece of verse.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much. I am happy you liked this.

[Kim S.]

WOW!! Love this write, This is so very good!

[willweb]

Thank you so much

[Neville]

You not only nailed Halloween will .. you also incorporated so many other things too and I am dead jealous of your tenth verse that is a little poetic gem in its very own write .. however, the whole thing is a masterpiece and I dont say that without my meaning it .. the story line reads like and reminds me of a mix of Kate Bush, Marilin Manson & The Hammer House of Horror .. Neville

[willweb]

Thanks so much Neville, that is such a nice compliment. I am happy you liked this.

[Neville]

... indeed, you are most welcome will ..👍

[DIVYA]

A thrilling poem that kept me in its grip till the end. Fear plays such as important role in our life and sadly the narrator's worst fears had come true. Now he has to make a home with his dead acquaintances! Loved it!

[willweb]

Thanks so much Divya. Just my spooky side immerging for Halloween

[D. Mansfield]

You are such a talented writer, mixing all this wonderful scary Halloween imagery with your flawless meter and rhyme. I enjoyed reading this wonderful scary piece of writing.

[willweb]

Thanks so very much. What a nice thing to say.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Fave verse here
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

Beautiful write ✍️

[willweb]

Thank you Julie. I appreciate your visit

[Betty Hermelee]

A spooky Halloween poem indeed; with ghosts and blood, a poem to scare you to death....maybe next time do not feel the need to search for you shall pay for it in many ways....very haunting and beautifully rhymed and written; enjoyed it very much my friend.
Warmly, B.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Betty for your always kind words.

[Betty Hermelee]

I love your style...it's clever and soothing to my psyche....
Warmly
B.

read moreI love your style...it's clever and soothing to my psyche....
Warmly
B.

[Chris Shaw]

Truly inspiring reading for Halloween. Suitably scary and full of dark atmosphere. You have such a wonderful command of vocabulary to match your skills in rhyme and meter. Much enjoyed Will. Now Halloween has gone, I expect you will be penning your beautiful romances again.

Chris

[willweb]

Thanks Chris. Yep, I guess that will happen, at least until Christmas arrives. : )