It's a horror story.


Hilltop Tales

The seagulls sailed on the breath
The final breath the west should make
Her favorite son the girl would take
Would cause her brother, East, his death
I sit here at my desk, begotten
My time and place all but forgotten
I heaved a sigh, the sky aloft
Surrendered all itself to dead

There I simply drank it soft
Until my eyes had swollen red


When at once, it emanated
To my trained smelling nose
A scent of much excessed dose
Into my pores it penetrated
I admit how sick Id gotten
As the scent was foully rotten
Too my breath as hard I coughed
The odor surely rose the dead

There I simply drank it soft
Until my eyes had swollen red


I stumbled drunken to my drawer
And threw her doors so quickly wide
With her lips so quickly pried
The wooden boards began to lower
For their holds contained a lot in
So my toes soon became caught in
Wooden weight against my soft
Oh, the silent tears I shed

There I simply drank it soft
Until my eyes had swollen red


Once recovered from atonement
I drew an icy breath of soot
And found me on a single foot
I hesitated for a moment
But the pain was soon forgotten
For I smelled the air so rotten
Til I collapsed onto the toft
To which the wall did greet my head

There I simply drank it soft
Until my eyes had swollen red


My eyelids pushed apart my hair
My arms then pushed myself aright
I held my tortured nostrils tight
Then stepped myself on down the stair
My body weight was all but totten
When I prodded on the cotton
I limped my way into the loft
Its grandeur windows, curtains red

There I simply drank it soft
Until my eyes had swollen red


There I saw it, cragged ajar
A cellar door, what I could tell
A claw burst forth from lowest hell
A place entrenched by man thus far
I stood there pale and quite begotten
There, the stench was doubly rotten
I could not help but mind and scoffed
The vandalism it had bled

There I simply drank it soft
Until my eyes had swollen red


Step by step, my head a low
I wandered under stairway down
The trek I crafted, not a sound
Such as far earshot could go
My mute mind had all but forgotten
The ways to make ones presence gotten
So slowly down the fearful roft
While the fright had held my head

There I simply drank it soft
Until my eyes had swollen red


Leg by leg into the moor
The edge had never left my heart
Step by step, I stayed in part
Curious to reach the floor
The smell of food so surely rotten
By the end, my eyes were cotton
Faster, slower, harder, soft
Dawn the steps to where it led

There I simply drank it soft
Until my eyes had swollen red


I so progressed and with no sound
Until I finally hit my mark
I reached a room with naught but dark
A heap of something on the ground
There it surely smelled most rotten
There, my throat and breath did hotten
A single light was held aloft
It cried its light upon the dead

There I simply drank it soft
Until my eyes had swollen red


Long from then my vision altered
To a corner of the room
There I saw a frightening gloom
My good foot soon about to falter
I drowned in styx, my mind was botten
My throat, a well my tongue was caught in
Seeing such a fearful roft
Surely killed my shaking head

There I simply drank it soft
Until my eyes had swollen red


A slender girl of six or eight
Crouching gainst the lonely stone
Not a whimper, not a moan
I watched her savor what she ate
Her breath was bloody, aged, and rotten
As was her hair, with many knot in
And yet her breath was cold and soft
It dried her bloody lips a red

There I simply drank it soft
Until my eyes had swollen red


She did not speak, and seemed sane
I figured from her blood red eyes
And yet, a touch of something wise
I asked her name, although in vain
To speak the words I have forgotten
To speak in signs, shed not have gotten
But I speak, unto her, soft
I tried so hard it hurt my head

There I simply drank it soft
Until my eyes had swollen red


Without warning, she arose
And leaned herself against a pole
She burrowed deep into my soul
A well of fear from head to toes
Was it me? Had I forgotten?
Oh, my brain, a furnace hot in
Step by step, her movements soft
Until we both were head to head

There I simply drank it soft
Until my eyes had swollen red


She pounced on me without intentions
Knocked me down onto my lap
My hearing caught a fiendish snap
My pain shot out in all directions
Not a single question spoken
With an ease my leg was broken
Never does one feel so oft
The pain one thinks he might be dead

There I simply drank it soft
Until my eyes had swollen red


Once recovered from attack
My writhing frame, with silent doom
Was dragged across the barren room
My hands were bound behind my back
How I wished that I was dreaming
How my head was daftly reeming
When she bit into my soft
And tender hands, my fingers bled

There I simply drank it soft
Until my eyes had swollen red


Oh, the pain I could not cope
As she ate my supple fists
Sprays of rouge and bloody mists
Upon the horrid, binding rope
Created quite a looser setting
Yes! I saw the rope was wetting
With much less burden in my stocks
I took them back, O how the bled!

There I simply drank it soft
Until my eyes had swollen red


Red eyes, surprised, but not a tone
A loathing filled my bitter heart
Withdrew my wrists, and with them hard
I stabbed her pupils with my bone
She did not cry, she could not see
I realized she was just like me
Silent shadow, broken, soft
I struck my bone blades to her head

There I simply jabbed it soft
Until the girl was surely dead


With her body on my arm
I tried to disregard my pairs
And suffered my way up the stairs
My body shook with sick alarm
To discover my door locked
When no one answered when I knocked
I pounded, smashed, my skin too soft
I feared my life in horrid dread

There I simply drank it soft
Until my eyes had swollen red


Could I talk, Id shout and yell
Til my throat collapsed and died
Instead, in silence, there, I cried
Trapped inside this darkening hell
How long would I stay alive?
Surely help would soon arrive
I sputtered, scoffed, and roughly coughed
Such morbid things controlled my head

There I simply drank it soft
Until my eyes had swollen red


A week had passed, I tried to think
I would not live another week
My heart and mind were growing weak
I needed something sweet to drink
I faced her body, cold and rotten
All my morals Id forgotten
Sank my teeth into her soft
Thankfully the body bled

There I simply drank it soft
Until my eyes had swollen red




Short story by weirdzarun
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Written on 2008-11-22 at 08:58

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Kathy Lockhart
oh chilling and thrilling Michael of Poe's heart, how i cringed and laughed and found such macbre enjoyment as I read each line in torment. lol. I Loved this Michael. It shows your enormous talent. applaud and bookmarked! : ) kathy
2009-02-01


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2009-01-31



lol Michael has a real thirst on him then? I loved every horrific verse and the two line chorus? really gave this masterful piece of your poetic mind, power and pace. What inspired this amazing write? interests me to no end. Being a west, it would.

Smiling at you,

Tai, wishing you much supping of lighter refreshment this weekend.
2009-01-30


Dee Daffodil
Wow !!!! What a piece of poetry !!! Edgar Allen would have been proud to write such a piece ! Fantastic and chilling !
Hugs,
Dee
2009-01-30