Distress

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


A cautionary tale.


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.


Submitted: November 24, 2017

© Copyright 2020 M. A. Yacone. All rights reserved.

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hullabaloo22

Another fantastic read, M. A.

Fri, November 24th, 2017 8:41pm

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Thank you!

Sun, January 7th, 2018 11:55am

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unmasked delusions

Creepy read with an otherworldly feel to it, reminds of the parallel dimension, the invisible word that we can't see, demons and monsters tormenting people. Great write

Mon, November 27th, 2017 4:02am

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Definitely what I was trying to convey. Glad you liked it!

Sun, January 7th, 2018 11:54am

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unmasked delusions

**correction: meant to say world not word**

Mon, November 27th, 2017 4:03am

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No worries :)

Sun, January 7th, 2018 11:53am

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