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Theme: Horror


The full moon shone with an eerie light,
Brutal fear stalked the cold winter night,
The village trembled behind locked doors,
Barred well to repel any hostile force.

A biting wind blew in from the East,
Moaning aloud like a wounded beast,
The gnarled leafless trees stood contorted in pain,
None ventured out into the once busy lane.

The church bells tolled sending shivers down the spine,
As each wondered "Does it toll for me or mine?"
The graveyard overflowed with freshly dug graves,
As the slaughter carried on in relentless waves.

The werewolf had unleashed a reign from hell,
As in constant terror the villagers did dwell,
From whence it came no one knew,
Nor to stop it what one should do.

I mused whether silver bullets were the key,
Or was it a stake from an old oak tree?
My reverie was broken by scampering feet,
A little girl was playing alone in the street!

I rushed to be there by her side,
To take her home and safe inside,
She saw me, raised her head and smiled,
I froze as she morphed into a creature wild.


More By  :  Balram Cheruparambil

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thank you very much Maam:) Am a horror novel fan and sometimes it shows

11-May-2013 06:52 AM

Comment Scary and with a message! Thanks for sharing this intense poem Balram.

Padmaja Iyengar
11-May-2013 01:53 AM

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