The Lonesome Field Thane

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: House of Ghosts
Beloved by its creator and admonished by everyone else, a lonely scarecrow keeps watch.

Submitted: April 01, 2017

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Submitted: April 01, 2017



Betwixt mist shores and endless, grass plains
There sits a grand field of golden wheat grain.
It is there it stands, alone in its reign:
The scarecrow known as Lonesome Field Thane.

Visiting kin of the farmer complained,
"It's wretched and creepy - to keep is inane!"
The farmer cared not for their blatant disdain
For he loved that it kept the birds from his grain.

Decades would pass and the farmer would gain
A family his own and harvests unwaned.
His beloved scarecrow, in sunshine and rain,
Kept well the vigil of Master's wheat grain.

Many more years and still it maintained
Protection of crops the farmer obtained,
Yet neither suspected of the threat that came:
Pillagers and robbers with motives profane.

They burned down the fields of once-golden grain,
Ensuring the farmer and his family slain.
They mocked the scarecrow in its smoldered domain
Calling it then, "The Lonesome Field Thane".

What happened next, none can explain,
Whether engineered or something arcane;
Helpless to save them, it felt deep pain,
Which gave dark life to its wood and steel frame.

It peeled their flesh and spilled their brains,
Broke their bones and clawed their veins;
It tore them apart with rage unrestrained,
Leaving its cloth dark red with their stains.

All were slaughtered, yet still, great pain
Wracked its heart from its family slain.
It wailed, forlorn, to the moon as it waned
And returned to its vigil as Lonesome Field Thane.

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