Tale of a Solemn Tombstone

Alex Arnot

Name and advent carved in stone.

Dust and bone six feet below.

Decaying lungs of air bereft

And writhing worms consume thy flesh.


A deity willed thy life expire

For heinous sin evoked his ire.

Neath murky deep of fear's great lake

Shall death await thy soul to take.

Heart engorged on encroaching gloom

And lurking presence of impending doom


Thy deed of life owed to the dead.

A final anguish the wicked dread.

Tantalise the mouth of Hell,

The sea of flame where monsters dwell.

The Devil lives behind their eyes

And demons mock tormented cries.

Woe of the damned and unholy glee

And now a place prepared for thee.


By Reaper's hand, thy book is closed.

Through trembling lips, thy story told.

Neath mangled branch of barren tree

Lies solemn tombstone,

Rest in peace.




  • Author: Alex Arnot (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 31st, 2020 20:51
  • Comment from author about the poem: Happy Halloween!
  • Category: Fantasy
  • Views: 45
  • User favorite of this poem: arobot.


  • Doggerel Dave

    Thanks: Cheered me up no end...

    • Alex Arnot

      Thanks for reading!

    • jarcher54

      I skipped Trick or Treat this year so as to not invite the Reaper to pass the plague among the children on my street. I skipped the horror movies on the telly, just didn't have their usual appeal. But as Halloween transmogrifies into All Saint's Day, or as we call it in South Texas El Dia de los Muertos, your poem did the trick!

      • Alex Arnot

        Thank you! I'm glad I could satisfy your thirst for horror this year! Appreciate the kind words

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