Weekly Challenge
Thy guards call off
And for now
Fare well
In these woods
I shall not dwell
Upon this blessed
All Hallows eve
Rot in your stench
For I take thy leave.
Screech owl screech
But I'm beyond the reach
Across the corner
Is the magical bridge
That brought me hither
On a full moon night
a year since then
I am determined
To escape your dark wiles
Into the light
Ominous hoots the dark owls
Swoop
Down to warn me to stay my course
Their master still sleeps
In enchanted daze
I have learnt his mystic arts
And put him in a sleepy haze
Mother and father and lover forgotten
Since the day he charmed me
To the village well
And from there to follow the
Pretty gravel path
The road that led me to this darkest hell.
Where sun becomes an orange daytime blur
The colors of trees are lost in hot humid air
And eyes of basilisk shoot venomous glance
From every corner in a chilling trance
And the afternoon swoons in death's slimy coils
The birds fall asleep in its steamy roils
And everywhere can be heard a demonic gnashing
Lips smacking on frail ribs and ghastly crackling
Day in and day out and round about
My one year has cast me in eternal doubt
Of escape and return while your false hearth burns
And nightly roasts and spits in your gargoyle's gluttonous den
Safe tonight the blessed charm
Delivers me from eternal harm
From thy magic spell book
I did incant
And you're now in fast enchantment bound
Screech owl screech, hoot and wail
For I return with a village behind me
And nothing more shall remain of
this sordid tale
These ungodly woods beyond the wishing well
The path to it shall itself
Be razed to hell.
(c) Amrita Valan 2015
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