Storytelling in Verse (sempiternal): The Horror Story

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Return of The Werewolf (Horror Story WS Part 1)

They thought they had killed him
after they had impaled him with blades.
They had bled him and buried him
in an unmarked grave at the glade.

Marcus had sold his soul to the Devil
when wealthy men had shown no mercy.
They had done him a great evil
when they raped and burned his family.

He had sought justice for them
only to be denied by cowardly villagers
In his rage, he was damned
when he became one with the darkness

The Devil offered him power for vengeance,
wrapping it with words of false justice
while he watched, a spectator to destruction,
which he had planned with ease.

It was hate that had turned him,
the wraith of a creature, crushed by cruelty
It'll only be fire that can destroy him
but they know nothing about the prophecy.

"Arise, my servant!", a voice thundered
Under the moonlight. the beast was awakened
His hands appeared as he crawled to freedom,
answering Lucifer's demand for his return

He rose with the strength of his will
to pull away the provoking steel,
the weapons meant to bring him ill,
have failed to make him kneel

His howlings echoed through the heavens,
halting the celebrating villagers' laughter.
Their faces paled, fear filled their silence,
their eyes wide opened, haunted by terror.

A child screamed and a mother stared,
a trembling finger pointed at the coming beast
The werewolf returned, his fangs bared
his glowing eyes revealed the rage unleashed

The villagers ran, their courage withering,
their heroes were ripped apart.
Blood stained the ground, hope diminishing,
unanswered prayers breaking hearts.

The villagers huddled in their huts,
hugging, crying, losing their minds,
their faith leaking, their souls scarred
thus their spirits became blind.

Only one man stood his ground that night
With courage undenied, Leon faced the creature.
He struck his mighty blows left and right
until at last he impaled him with his dagger

His blade pierced through the monster's head
and the weary warrior fell kneeling, laughing.
He thought the beast was finally dead
before its teeth clamped on his flesh, biting

Leon screamed in agony, struggling
as the beast released his grip to lift him.
There was the sound of bones breaking.
The man's blood flowed, marking grim

The beast tossed his corpse aside,
sensing a child hiding nearby.
Daughter of the man who had just died,
staring at him through angry eyes

Her face reminded him of his sisters
the ones he lost in the fire.
His hands reached out to touch her
Killing her is not his desire.

Alas, she mistook his intention
and fear took her life,
leaving him, crying out in frustration
as grief cut him like a knife

Marcus's human soul reawakened
and he turned back into a man.
Lying on the ground, greatly burdened
he wanted to die and for the curse to end

The Devil laughed and danced with joy,
finding pleasure in his great agony,
He said ''You're done for, my boy''
but this is not the end of the story

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I wanted this piece to rhyme but could only managed near rhymes.

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: singapore, SGP

Favorite Poets: Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Sarojini Naidu and friends in Neopoet.

Comments

Lonnie

9 years 12 months ago

Nice write Alid,

Should make for a good read after some revising!