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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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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