Distress

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Contently Deranged Travelers


A cautionary tale.

Submitted: November 24, 2017

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Listen, people, great and small,

Be you few, or maybe all,

As I tell a tale from bleeding seams

That, once, I called my dearest dreams:

 

The land was empty, earth and sky;

A field where flowers bloomed to die.

And midst the noisy rot, a name

Rang out to me in fear and shame.

 

I wish, I wish how I could say

I saved that crying soul that day,

But be by fear or selfish pause

The Beast did feast, teeth and claws.

 

If only it truly ended there;

Alas, such dreams do come in pairs;

For as I tried to block the pleas

A stabbing crunch took hold my knees.

 

I struggled against the Beast's great jaws,

Seeking aid, be men or gods.

I cried and begged to passers-by

With liken pause and fearful eyes.


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