The Hollow Woods
a spooky poem
In the Hollow Woods
an old cabin slumbers
deep within its chilling embrace.
There, once a year,
a flame sparks to life
preparing to kill and erase.
*
A red stump of wax
on the window sill sits
with a flame that flickers quite madly.
Only to be swallowed by
the darkness of night.
This tale can only end badly.
*
Faded and frayed,
a yellow strand lays loosely
'round rotting, broken-down rails;
A warning to the foolish–
take heed, turn back!
You're in danger of tipping the scales!
*
As the midnight hour
draws close at hand,
the spark begins to spit and crackle.
Straining, burning,
grasping at strength;
The evil lets loose a mad cackle.
*
More, more, MORE it cries as
a brilliant blaze lights the sky,
illuminating the darkened glade.
By now you should be
quaking and shivering,
completely and deathly afraid.
*
One end of tattered tape
rips free from its hold
pushed about by an unholy breeze,
slowly unraveling,
on the ground below
in the shadow of the Hollow Woods' trees.
*
A silence descends,
oppressive and heavy,
while the new moon offers no light.
Each minute that passes,
a slow, drawn-out suffocation
of all sound and natural sight.
*
The tension breaks with a resounding
Crack!
Furries and feathers,
startle back to life.
The spell releases;
they quickly scatter
trying in vain to flee the knife.
*
But the snare snaps taught
smothering screams,
the captor eager to feed.
As the cries die off,
the ground consumes the remains–
a heap of bits and bones, now freed.
*
The candle dims,
the winds die down,
the hunger's been appeased.
But it won't be long
before the evil stirs,
it needs more souls to seize.
*
Minutes bleed into hours
as a timid peace descends.
Then a whisper of laughter
floats by on a breeze,
and the evil within
sighs again.
*
The candle wick flares brightly,
calling a vicious wind
to howl and thrash.
It's a beacon to
the lost and lonely,
a lure to the young and brash.
*
A wicked, fearsome rhythm
creeps along
darkened tops of trees.
Tendrils snaking to and fro,
a silent hunter weaving
through limbs and rotted leaves.
*
The moon holds its breath,
no living thing stirs,
a pregnant pause in time.
As the evil breathes in
the scent of those wandering fools–
how utterly sublime.
Ahhhhh.
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Happy Halloween!
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Comments (11)
A lyrical, eerie blend of Poe & "Hocus Pocus".
You sure did use some spooky words in this.😩
Gosh this was so eerie! Brilliant use of imageries! I loved this so much!
Excellent! Great job with the imagery and perfect for Halloween. 🎃
I do like the concept of the phrase "Hollow Woods" and a perfect poem for today and probably a Vocal Top Story.
I love this story! Great imagery, & easy to read rhythmically. 💀
Ooh this is so spooky. Love it.
Fantastic, I like the bitter sweet expression in your poem. Well done/
Bravo!!! Your performance poem is fabulous!!!
This was the perfect poem for Halloween. Delightfully spooky, and very well written. Well done!
Indelibly dark and scary. Well written.