They stand beneath the flickering light,
Two children, eyes as dark as coal,
A silence crawling through the night.
Their voices whisper to the soul,
“May we come in?” the words like frost,
A chill that makes the blood feel cold.
No key can bar them, no lock is bossed,
They linger in the corner of the eye,
And patience yields to mounting loss.
The wind outside begins to sigh,
Shadows stretch where they may tread,
And all the house seems drawn awry.
To open is a fate of dread,
To shut is not a final guard,
For something waits beyond the thread.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about the urban legend of the black-eyed children which are reportedly seen begging or hitchhiking, or are encountered on doorsteps of residential homes. For more information visit https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black-eyed_children
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Comments2
A great legend poetically done for the season. Very nice Matthew
LOL! Matthew, those kids can knock all they want! I'll be upstairs pretending nobody's home, with the television muted and the dog instructed not to bark! Halloween is off to a fine start! 👻🖤🚪🙏
Same. As if kids weren't creepy enough as it is, these little fuckers turn it up to 11.😂
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