Halloween Haunts: The Last Winter of Newgate by Freedom Chevalier
It crawled toward midnight, outside the Old Bailey
in the echo of Sepulchre’s bells
The moon wrapped himself in a blanket of clouds
the winds screeched a bone-chilling yell
I turned up my collar to stave off the night
a stranger I walked on alone
Feeling the cold, arthritic fingers of death
start to ferry me home
The old road stretched on, bloodless and pale
in the flare of the snickering moon
Baring its moss-covered, black, rotting teeth
with gobs of putrid, slick drool
Something blurred the horizon, I unsheathed my sword
with a clink from its talisman chain
A leftover trinket from gods who abandoned
mankind on the night of the rain
“Ezra,” I say in a draught of grey fog
that puffs from my lips as I speak
Ezra, my father, there in the dark
when the dead ones started to seep
Into our night, into our world, like ale
from an old rusty sieve
They slipped thru a doorway left slightly ajar
at midnight, on All Hallows Eve
The screams were mistaken for youthful displays
exuberant peals of great joy
Upon finding a coin in the midst of their sacks
bursting with candy and toys
Dripping and slipping over costumes and paint
the rain fell in single red pearls
That ripped apart souls when they found unmarked skin
immuring the shells of our world
Now, the dead out-number the living
and ere long they each sought their own
Then the feeding began, and those that could, ran
…and those that could not, were gone
Neighbourhoods crumbled and governments fell
as each night more of them sought
Bodies to turn into stumbling abodes
as humanity feebly fought
Without reason to cease, time laboured forward
as the haunted are hunted at dusk
A sword and a prayer to gods who don’t care
or themselves have been turned into husks
I turn up my collar to stave off night
a stranger I walk on alone
Feeling the cold, arthritic fingers of death
start to ferry me home
FREEDOM CHEVALIER is an award-winning journalist and author, who has worked continually in various written mediums since retiring from live (stage / music) performance in the mid-nineties. Her work has been published /produced internationally. Additional information can be found on her website: www.FreedomChevalier.com. On a personal note, she lives with #MarcelTheCat, and her little dog, too, Tallulah…and, yes, she really has heard every possible joke about her name.
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That was a pretty good poem.