Jims Inn

My body was chilled the night I awoke
For a vision was fresh in my mind,
Of a woman I'd seen in a black as night cloak
And I swear she was not of my kind.


She stood at my side as I opened my eyes
I could see nor her head nor her face,
Her outline etched by bright burning fire
Throat wrapped in ruffled black lace.


She lifted her hand and touched my cheek
My body and soul caught alight,
I opened my mouth and tried to speak
But my mind was numb with fright.


She turned away and beckoned to me
Mesmerized I got to my feet,
I had to follow if I was to be free
As she walked out into the street.


She never looked back nor spared a glance
As I walked behind her down the road,
I followed the woman like one in a trance
And my mind not my body bore the load.


She stopped at last before a great door
In the shadow she stood then knocked twice,
I gazed in wonder for I'd been there before
And my heart felt gripped in a vice.

The door was opened and we walked inside
In the church I felt death in the air,
At the altar I saw a young woman, a bride,
She was young and a beauty so fair.


She faced the door figure clad all in black
The candles and chalice the same,
Then the woman who stood silently at my back
Touched my shoulder and called my name.


"You were chosen from many to witness this night
A marriage between evil and good,
This consummation between darkness and light
Among all of Satan's brotherhood."


Then from all around there arose silently
All manner of creatures obscene,
They stood and laughed and pointed at me
And I prayed this must be a dream.


The woman behind me then spoke up again
"You will stand at my side through it all,
Feel with that girl the ecstatic pain
For our master will soon grace this hall."


The door burst open and all fell to the floor
As the prince of darkness strode past,
I shook with fear at the look that he wore
As he stopped and his eyes on me cast.


He lifted his hand it was more like a claw
Then pointed at me and just smiled,
I thought of flight and glanced at the door
But I knew I was already defiled.


"Bear witness this night that I'm real and alive
And not part of a book you have read,
Remember that good and not evil shall strive
And that evil forever stays ahead."


So saying he turned and walked up the aisle
I felt weak and alone and afraid,
My body was shaking mouth filled with bile
For a price this night would be paid.

The girl at the altar stood facing us all
As satan strode onward toward her,
She drew herself up, smiled and stood tall
And awaited her lord lucifer.


He stopped before her and tore off her gown
She stood naked with arms open wide,
He took her hands then pulled her down
On the altar the devil; took his bride.


I stared at them with my hands clenched tight
I tried but could not turn my face,
I experienced it all in the dim candlelight
Till at last he released his embrace.


The devil laughed and threw back his head
Dear god he was evil and cruel,
He then walked back to me, smiled and said:
"Go look at the woman you fool!"


I slowly walked to where the girl lay
She was bruised and her body was torn,
I looked into the face of the devil's prey
And then cursed the day I was born.


She lay in her blood all naked and white
Defiled to the end of her life,
I looked into eyes that once shone bright
Eyes that belonged to my wife.


I fell to my knees and began to pray
Surely god this must all be a dream?
Then I looked at my bride of only one day
I the church all I heard was my scream.

Terence

Hi Jim, you put a lot of effort into this and it worked out extremely well. The rhyme and flow were very well done and you maintained the story effortlessly. I only got lost on the very last line. I look forward to more.

Terence

Jims Inn

thanx very much for the kind words terence

nomadicrhymer

Very well thought out and great flow and rhythm...chilling story...!

Nomad

lasher

Hey now Jim,

Yeah, great rhythm and flow..... interesting and entertaining throughout...
Nice write

JolieH

What a frightening poem. I have to wonder if this dream is fear of his new bride cheating, or if it is prophecy that she does.

Mysty

Wow Jim....... just WOW.. Very well written and ooh very chilling. This is a fantastic story.... Would be interested to see it in longer form as a story instead of poetry form.

ooh I would so read this but lol not at bedtime.

Excellent write Jim Loved it.

Mysty

Jims Inn

hi jolie ... sorry about the late reply ... thanx for reading ..,

luv ya!