Benediction Of The Pen

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

A scribe, evil's influence, names in a book, and death. What's not to love?

Submitted: August 28, 2018

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Submitted: August 28, 2018



In the early hours of the grave


Even in fear tremble the lionhearted brave


On this cold and dark night


Not another soul in sight


On grounds where the dead could lie


Under the starless sky


Sat a church's scribe


it seemed this oak he had to bribe


To be shaded from the eyes of the dark


But even the shadows have bite and bark


He writes down their many names


Of people who were unjustly fed to the flames


He gleefully smiles with each etch of his pen


A gleam of white in this otherwise shadowy fen


His brown robes hug his shelter the tree


Murmuring almost from this evil to be free


The church scribe takes great pride


Each name means an inquistor's ride


To find a supposed witch


Burn her and scatter the ashes like trash in a ditch


As the wind blows


The words form names beginning to show


Death is being born


From those words a family will be torn


All under this shadowy night without stars


This scribe continues to write out victims spread wide and far


As his chuckles become the laughter of a madman


Thinking of how his accused will roast from rear to van


Hungry fire eating flesh tied to a stake


Consuming bone,cloth, and hair in its wake


For those names there shall be no tommorow


Just an evil pen benedicting the process of sorrow



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