Lone Apothecary
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I've been contemplating posting something on here for a while. This entire section of the forum is dedicated to this sort of thing, after all. In any case, I may post some more stuff on here in the future as I'm hoping to get more writing done in the coming months.
I'll start with my favorite poem (which also happens to be the first one I ever wrote). Opinions are more than welcome and very much appreciated.
The Midnight Toll
The clock tower's bell rang nine times, proud and bold.
'Twas a bellowing call for a pure young boy's soul.
Grasped by the wrist, the chase it began.
Through the cold, barren streets--alone--we ran.
The bell rang again, as sky swallowed moon.
I Tightened my grip, for the end would come soon.
This darkness, it seems, was neither beast nor man,
But a long, cold, dark finger of the devil's black hand.
The street became narrow and light became thin.
I dared to look back and saw a hideous grin.
We ran ever onward, with no end in sight,
Until the darkness was broken by brilliant white light.
Those two streetlights created our final refuge
And on the verge the shade pulsed like a vicious deluge.
As the clock closed in on the eleventh hour,
The lights faltered a bit; our luck had gone sour.
The bell rang eleven; it latched onto the boy
And then tore at his flesh with malevolent joy.
With my hand still clenched 'round his delicate wrist,
I could feel the boy fading as he slipped through my fist.
The bell rang twelve as I pulled the boy free,
But alas, he'd lost both his legs past the knee.
I lay there as his blood ran down and into the drain,
While the shade slowed and stopped his shrill cries of pain.
The boy was strung out, like some discarded clutter.
His entrails were stretched from one curb to the other.
We briefly locked eyes, but he made not a noise,
As the shade hauled him silently into the void.
Tears slowly gathered and streamed from my eyes;
I knew what was to come: I'd no choice but to die.
I pulled from my pocket the last trick up my sleeve
And put a bullet in each of the lights on the street.
My last bastion vanished, the darkness rushed in,
And I pulled the stiff trigger of the gun at my chin.
I'll start with my favorite poem (which also happens to be the first one I ever wrote). Opinions are more than welcome and very much appreciated.
The Midnight Toll
The clock tower's bell rang nine times, proud and bold.
'Twas a bellowing call for a pure young boy's soul.
Grasped by the wrist, the chase it began.
Through the cold, barren streets--alone--we ran.
The bell rang again, as sky swallowed moon.
I Tightened my grip, for the end would come soon.
This darkness, it seems, was neither beast nor man,
But a long, cold, dark finger of the devil's black hand.
The street became narrow and light became thin.
I dared to look back and saw a hideous grin.
We ran ever onward, with no end in sight,
Until the darkness was broken by brilliant white light.
Those two streetlights created our final refuge
And on the verge the shade pulsed like a vicious deluge.
As the clock closed in on the eleventh hour,
The lights faltered a bit; our luck had gone sour.
The bell rang eleven; it latched onto the boy
And then tore at his flesh with malevolent joy.
With my hand still clenched 'round his delicate wrist,
I could feel the boy fading as he slipped through my fist.
The bell rang twelve as I pulled the boy free,
But alas, he'd lost both his legs past the knee.
I lay there as his blood ran down and into the drain,
While the shade slowed and stopped his shrill cries of pain.
The boy was strung out, like some discarded clutter.
His entrails were stretched from one curb to the other.
We briefly locked eyes, but he made not a noise,
As the shade hauled him silently into the void.
Tears slowly gathered and streamed from my eyes;
I knew what was to come: I'd no choice but to die.
I pulled from my pocket the last trick up my sleeve
And put a bullet in each of the lights on the street.
My last bastion vanished, the darkness rushed in,
And I pulled the stiff trigger of the gun at my chin.
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