T'was on a night in black December
Of this tale i do remember
Sleeping in a fitful slumber
While nightmares ruled unencumbered
I woke so sudden i knew not why
Until i heard a chilling cry
So cold the call I lay frozen still
My living corpse i could not feel
And then again i heard that sound
Of suffering, what dreadful moan
With courage unknown possessed
Turned I my fearful statued head
To see where upon this noise had come
But of ghostly demons I saw none
"A dream" thought I with blessed relief
Nothing more, nothing less
But to my horror I felt upon
My bed did something silent crawl
It stole my voice, my will to act
And closer moved to where i was at
"Who are you?" i screamed in whispers
Praying my question left unanswered
My heart was clear within my throat
Beating loudly at its approach
A hiss issued from this unseen thing
I felt its breath upon my skin
Closer still it moved to me
While terror would not set me free
A lonely tear escaped my eye
For surely i knew that i would die
Upon this bed in black December
Dead i'd be, my head dismembered
Then with surety of my fate now known
My fearful chains did seem all broke
Too late alas before i moved
I felt a hand upon my throat
Squeezing tight this grip of death
This unnatural thing did steal my breath
And all i knew before i died
Was that i would never know the why
Darkness was all that i could see
And all that there would ever be
And as i fell to my coffin bed
I awoke to find I'd bumped my head
And so it seems i was here before
"Is this real?" i dared to hope
Around my neck there was no sign
Of fettered hand to end my time
And so i could finally rise
To know that i was now alive
But impetuous i had always been
Because upon the floor i did see
A man who I had known so well
With blood pooling like a wishing well
And so ends this tale I do remember
Of how i died in black December
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Author:
Saxon Crow (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired after reading Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven (thank you Teddy)
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Magnificent words SC, glad you survived.
Andy
Clearly..... I didn't!
Yes you did!
Oooooo ooooooo ooooOOOOOOOO
Good write SC.
More than a, few words here Orchi
You was saving up those words. How much do they cost? Can I buy them in packs of 100 words?!
Brilliant rhyming and after Poe's style this dark write should come a close second to The Raven methinks.
Thanks Fay. But i think Poe can rest silently in his grave!
Had a bit of a difficult time there, old chap? Hope it all turns out OK.......
Great piece there Sax; I just hope I can get a reasonably peaceful sleep in tonight.....
Haha. Thanks Dave. That was an enjoyable thing to write. Sweet dreams
your first lines made me recall:
'Remember, remember, the fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot!'..
how poetically, if somewhat morosely: apt, I thought
when reading your last few lines... lol
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Thanks LB.
I can hear Vincent Price reciting this in his chilling passion. Excellent Sax. ; )
That's a totally awesome thought. Funnily enough though i had a Scottish accent running through my head
Scottish works too. ; )
to have tried to craft this bit of noir poetry minus rhyme sir, would have been a serious crhyme sir .......... 🙂
Ah I see what you did there my friend
A rhyme to add to your comments end
Oh yes, a delicious spook. That was a really enjoyable read. You kept the suspension going very well and it's quite a long piece.
Excellent.
Thanks Dusk. Yeah, the bugger didnt want to end. Glad you enjoyed it
No matter from where the inspiration comes, you have earnestly crafted a superb poem, for its not enough to just read it once.
Thank you so much. Im pleased you enjoyed it
A fine tale, S.C.
Thanks Jerry
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