Corn stalker

sorenbarrett

At the crossroads, Old Nick he met, a contract signed in blood and devil sweat

In a deal forbade, his heart he would trade for gold and the hand of a winsome maid

So quickly a year did pass, gold spent, used, abused and dead the young lass

Time came to pay the deal, in a corn field appeared Lucifer with deed and seal

He took his heart, burnt out his eyes, severed his tongue so it'd tell no lies

His dead enslaved girl sat on a post, devoured his eyes and tongue did roast

With a butcher knife his skin she peeled and left his bones in the old corn field

They say at night, when the cold breeze blows you can hear him walking through the rows

His footsteps you can hear soon after dusk, treading lightly on the dried corn husk

In the dark, under clouded skies, from dirt his bones raise, searching for a heart, tongue and eyes

A corpse, worm eaten, bloated and swollen, he searches for what from him was stolen

To any wanderer at night going past, to your eyes, heart and tongue hold fast

Inch by inch he'll rip off your skin, leaving only raw meat where it had been

For in his blindness he'll snatch organs out, planting a kernel of corn in their place to sprout

If you listen closely it is not the moaning of the wind but the groaning of a man that sinned

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  • orchidee

    Is that KP mucking about and creeping around there?! lol. Ahh, and a special recipe idea for KP too - a corpse worm eaten, bloated and swollen. One of my favourite meals, she says! That's gross. lol.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks Orchi for the read and for you to say the word gross I'll take as high praise, after what you feed KP. Have a great day

      • orchidee

        The grosser it is, the better for her meal times. I cook for her, you see! lol.

      • Paul Bell

        Imagine signing a contract with old Nick.
        You just know nothing good is going to come from it, and alas so.
        So let that be a lesson to winsome maid collectors.
        She might be pretty on the outside, but she's armed to the teeth in the inside.
        He'll remember that to eternity now.

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you Paul for the read and understanding comment. Beware of what you ask for it is not always what you imagine. I appreciate your visit and words of support my friend

        • Jerry Reynolds

          Wow! Good write, Soren.

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks for the read and comment Jerry it is appreciated

          • Jerry Reynolds

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            Soren, chilling and masterful…folklore, vengeance, and consequence all woven into rhyme and rustle. The Corn Stalker’s going to live in my head awhile and I love that. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you Tristan for the review and comment. Just another for Halloween

            • Thomas W Case

              Brilliant.

              • sorenbarrett

                Thanks so much Thomas

              • peto

                Loved the style here Soren
                Could be something a jester would recite
                Fantastic
                Best I've read from you and I've read some belters

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thank you so much Peto for your read and kind words. Your review is most appreciated

                • Goldfinch60

                  I am certainly not going to wonder passed that place soren. Very good write.

                  Andy

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thanks Andy just a little Halloween spirit



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