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Horror Poetry, Volume 5
Aah, but the other poems were tame compared to this one. Took me two and a half hours to write this in one single session, and weak-stomached readers be warned, it gets bloody. That, and it's only poetry. Meant to scare. Ooh yeah.
"The Scream"
What thing runs screeching through the night?
What causes me this chilling fright?
What terror hath my slumber woken?
A small child, with its fingers broken.
What lust hath kindled the desire
What twisted whim hath dared inspire
And what fell deed did follow suit
That mutilated unripe fruit?
When other men would mercy feel
My own perverted mind did reel
To join the culprit in the fray
And cut, maim, hurt, inflict, and slay.
With glee, I did let out a sigh,
As the screams did intensify
Which meant the little brat was caught,
And all its screams would be for naught.
The faint moonlight outside did show
Small drops of blood, red in the snow
With ease, I followed this clear trail
As the child began to wail.
I followed the blood to a field,
which did, upon inspection, yield
more gruesome findings hid therein:
A lock of hair, attached to skin.
A moment later I had found
An object, lying on the ground
A finger, pointing towards a farm
Lay there beside a severed arm.
The screams still echoed through the dark
When in the distance I saw a spark
Which kindled, clearly, a fell light
Illuminating the thick night.
More clearly now I saw the way
In which the fiend had dragged its prey.
For scattered there, upon the frost
Were eyes and teeth the child had lost.
When I approached the wooden door
Abruptly, the child screamed no more.
As if all life from it was wrung
And Death did silence the child's tongue.
I opened up the door, and gazed
A silhouette, its arms were raised
And with an axe, forcefully hew'd
The lifeless body into two.
Then silently, without a sound
The killer slowly turned around
And something dreadful I did see:
The man who slew the child was me!
I looked upon my own face, and
The bloodied axe was in my hand
"We are the same.", my own mouth spoke
And at that instant, I awoke.
I knew at once what I would do.
The visage in my dream spoke true.
No longer be a peaceful man,
I shall hear children scream again!!
Copyright and such, Frank Aiden Ryan
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