The prophet threw his shadows,1
Doomsday play against the wall.2
The brimstone he spoke of3
Calling doom upon us all—4
But if we chose to disbelieve him,5
His sooth-sayings would fall. 6
The objects of his scorn:7
Boy, girl, marriage, home;8
Car, sex, waste, killing the unborn;9
It's too late to turn back now10
Wear your lilies, black and mourn11
Soon will come the perfect storm. 12
The anger flared up in our hearts13
Children tortured, women scorned,14
The prophet's words like poisoned darts15
Tore our skin, rend our flesh.16
The prophet's old murderous art17
Would bring doom upon himself. 18
We took him by foot and hand19
He did nothing to resist20
We drove him from the land21
And beat him with our fists;22
We took a spike and made him stand23
As a welcome to our guests 24
And the world took its course;25
Sex, toil, drinking still.26
Virgins slandered, pity forced27
Torches flick'ring dimly on the hill.28
Did we force us to this course?29
What happened to free will? 30
The plagues soon struck,31
First-born dead, children blind32
We offered infants in our stead,33
Tried not to know what was behind;34
Decided it was all in our heads35
But so much horror could not be in our minds 36
The prophet and his shadow-plays37
Danced on through our minds38
That bastard on us dooms he laid39
Why was he so unkind?40
The prophet's dooms on us stayed41
And slowly our land died.
Author notes
For Out-of-Eden's Hallowe'en contest. Props to Out-of-Eden, too, for spelling Hallowe'en correctly.
A contest entry
- Happy Hallowe’en by Hellcat Metal.
150 points, ended October 31, 2008, 9 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I loved this! Very dark and corrupt. "And the world took its course;Sex, toil, drinking still. Virgins slandered, pity forced.Torches flick'ring dimly on the hill." - I loved those lines. The poem in itself was just so dark and deep, which I love. Thank-you so much for entering!
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You're welcome, and thank you for the kind words.
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