Creatures of Old

The tale of the outcome of humans as they are lured by the voices.

Till after sun set and the fall of night

When the creatures of old begin to roam

If a human meets one they'll have a freight

While they listen to their death spoken in poem

The whispers in the dark are heard by many

Those who listen shall not know ease

For these voices have surely killed plenty

They will not stop no matter the pleas

As a still doll, humans meet their fate

In the dark as they stand

When the time comes they pass through gate

But not every death goes as planned

Some that pass through will survive

And become the creature's marionette

This human is no more and can not be revived

They are forever enslaved as the demon's pet

The whispers are there every night

So the story is told

It gives each human a freight

Be aware of the creatures of old

Author's Note

This is an older poem.

Reviews

[Stephen]

Very good. It gives you a sense of dread that can be felt. I love poems that I can feel.