Open Poetry #9 |
The Wanderer- Steve B's Challenge of horror |
Romy Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1170Plantation, Florida |
Faces washed, teeth are brushed then lovely prayers are said, one last glass of water, one more kiss, then tucked in bed The light is out, the door closed tight the little ones will sleep as just below the windowsill, the wanderer will creep Slowly, slowly, from the gloom, into the moonlit place where they lay blissful, unaware, of terror that awaits His blood is boiling, hellfire-mad, his wicked grin, barbed wire, with razor nails, he reaches towards the objects of desire The light is out, the door closed tight, there is no time to scream, as darkness folds it’s evil arms around small ones who dream. |
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ggrn3 Member
since 2000-08-17
Posts 433Nahunta Georgia U.S. |
Debbie This was a great read. I liked the way you used the little ones and their dreams. I believe that we were all scared of the dark once in our lives, especially when we were little. Garfield |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is chillingly terrifying, Debbie. Challenge well met! I'll be sure not to read this to my grandkids! Denise |
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Steve B Member
since 2000-08-07
Posts 140Southern PA |
well Debbie that story would keep their little heads under those covers and mine too. well done SB “The union of the mathematician with the poet, fervor with measure, passion with correctness, this surely is the ideal” |
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Romy Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1170Plantation, Florida |
Thanks! I think this is one bedtime story that I won't read to my kids either! |
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