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SCARE CROE
Darkest of souls are not where they long to go, nor where the living judge them to be.
Their wicked sins, sown among the living, have planted them here as a vile seed.
In the one plentiful field where no crows feed, nor ever bleed for such an evil seed.
They lie captive to the reaper’s greed, feasting on the blood of their eternal bleed.
Staked to the cedar-rot of a crossbeam post, staring back gleefully at your condemned ghost.
Listen, gust of blistering winds cross themselves when the Strawman speaks.
Heed his toll; know thy purpose borne on the gasping breath he leaks.
Foul breath pierces through the needles of a parched tongue,
whispering slow tones past a wheezing lung.
“All have mourned you as Jekyll, blind conspirators of your soiled lie.
You were blessed to walk among them; to my privilege, you died a Hyde.
Love’s sour tears are grey, forgotten after thy passing of your rightful grave.
I welcome you kindly, now forever death, to my wheatfield enclave.”
Crows circle madly, sobbing in the dry, scorched air of fear.
Fear of the Strawman who snatched your soul, then planted you here.
Crows do not take from this field of dark souls, for mortal sins must reap what they sow.
Under the Strawman’s stewardship, your fate rings its toll; this is the fate you’ll ever need to know.
You shall wither by burlap tether, your chained soul burned by husk‑bridle thread.
Every scream choked beneath the weight of scorched splinters the devil’s lead.
Nightmare awake is now, beyond eternity, long after you're dead.
Trapped among the others, denied all sleep within your burial bed.
Croe does not reap your soul from thy bristle‑dry, deathly foe.
“Forevermore, you weep as part of the harvests,” quoth the artful Scare Croe.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
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Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Not actively editing
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neopoet
1 week 4 days ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem constructs a vivid, gothic narrative around the figure of the scarecrow—here reimagined as “Scare Croe”—as a supernatural warden of souls. The piece is ambitious in its use of dark imagery, biblical allusions, and a quasi-formal diction that evokes both folklore and moral reckoning.
The poem’s strengths lie in its atmospheric detail and its commitment to a consistent, macabre tone. Phrases like “staked to the cedar-rot of a crossbeam post” and “wheatfield enclave” conjure a sense of place and punishment, while the recurring motif of crows and fields ties the imagery together. The poem’s personification of the scarecrow as a judge or reaper is reinforced through lines such as “Heed his toll; know thy purpose borne on the gasping breath he leaks,” which successfully blend the physical and the metaphysical.
However, several areas could benefit from further refinement:
1. Diction and Syntax: The poem frequently shifts between archaic and contemporary language (“thy,” “thou,” “your,” “you’re”), which can be distracting. Consistency in pronoun usage and verb forms would strengthen the voice and clarify the narrative perspective.
2. Lineation and Rhythm: The poem’s lines vary in length and meter, sometimes to good effect, but at times this variance disrupts the reading experience. For example, “Every scream choked beneath the weight of scorched thy devil’s lead” is dense and syntactically awkward, making the image difficult to parse. Consider tightening lines for clarity and rhythm.
3. Imagery and Metaphor: The central metaphor of the scarecrow as a reaper of souls is compelling, but some images are overextended or repeated (“seed,” “field,” “harvest,” “reap/sow”), which can dilute their impact. Selecting the most resonant images and allowing them space to develop can create a more focused and powerful effect.
4. Narrative Clarity: The poem hints at a story of judgment and transformation—living as “Jekyll,” dying as “Hyde”—but the narrative arc is somewhat obscured by dense language and shifting perspectives. Clarifying the relationship between the speaker, the condemned soul, and Scare Croe would help ground the reader in the poem’s world.
5. Tone and Allusion: The poem draws on gothic and biblical tones (“eternal bleed,” “devil’s lead,” “burial bed”), but at times the elevated diction feels at odds with more conversational moments. Establishing a more unified tone would enhance the poem’s authority.
Overall, the poem is rich in atmosphere and ambition, but would benefit from greater clarity, consistency, and focus in both language and structure. Consider revising for cohesion of voice, tightening imagery, and clarifying the narrative through-line to amplify the poem’s haunting vision.
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Candlewitch
1 week 4 days ago
Hello Ebon Croe,
I am so glad to have found you... This is an amazing write! As new blood, you are ever so welcome here! I shall endeavor to read all your postings in my spare time...they are as mother's milk to me. I have a male alter ego who writes dark poetry under the name of "eddy styx" on my account as "Candlewitch" He will identify his posted poetry in the title.
I immersed myself in the deepness of dark swirls of atmosphere of this story... Your rich descriptions unfurl into a delicious, decadent story... which is full of the mastery of things mysterious and mercurial. I much enjoyed this read!
always, Cat and eddy
Ebon Croe
1 week 2 days ago
Black Cat
Your kind words about my writing were nice to hear. Though I'm open to any criticism to bear. I'm glad you like my kind of fear, and so I'm happy to be here.
Eddy Styx, your poetry is also a welcome read, and thank you for sharing the thoughts that give you meaning to breathe.