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Guest Post: Riding to Your Doom

26/1/2014

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The masterpiece below is, alas, not my own but that of my very talented young son, Andrew.  It is inspired by Edgar Allen Poe.  Enjoy!

The voices kept a-whispering                 
His hairs were a-bristling
Up front the driver humming                 
The passenger heard a drumming
Some ghostly whistles a-whistled         
The unholy noises had tripled
The horse suddenly a-stopped              
His link has been lost
Scared was that very horse                     
The driver’s voice was coarse
The driver he had gone                             
Something had to be done
Outside where the driver lay                  
On the seventh of May

Very clearly he was dead                          
With a skull no head
His flesh had rotted away                         
His ribs they did display
How he ran that day                                   
On the seventh of May

Ran for days did he                                     
Out he cried, “HELP ME!”
The town was almost deserted             
Of that he was asserted
For he saw a figure                                      
Who was not much bigger
With a wand made of birch                      
She ran into a church
A cloak over her face                                  
Moving swiftly without a trace
Follow her he not should
On the altar she stood                               


Raising hand with the wand                    
Also she was a blonde
With hair o so long                                       
The church went ding dong
Some magical words she chanted         
His back now slightly slanted
Being the witch she was                           
Wanted to kill him because
“Your final hour”, said she                        
Your death this will be
His back had been snapped                     
He had now permanently napped
The witch made her move                       
The way out of groove
“Here there is no law”,                              
I can control the floor
A raven through the door                        
Screeched and cawed, “Never More!”

Andrew Dowdell-Stent
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    Denise is a YA Fantasy Fiction author but also writes scripts, poetry (published in various anthologies such as 'A Passage in Time' and 'Speaking of Love' by Forward Poetry), song lyrics, and maintains a blog here at eternaluk.com.

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