The Curse of the Reverend

Thriller Stories | Nov 12, 2012 | 6 min read
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The Curse of the Reverend

1.
There are forests, so dense as the slowly dancing sea,
With trees whose leaves are living the way just like you and me.
Like invisible streams, the winds would make them jump and flee
But branches, old as the time itself, don't let them get free.

2.
Every leaf is prisoner here, tortured by the oaks,
Their life and their green are now and have been being sucked by those!
Agony's what makes their rustle, then their corpses fall,
There's always brown mass of dead leaves below the leafy boughs.

3.
These forests were grown by dark spells and are fed with souls
Whose owners were cursed not only with death but even worse:
Their souls become leaves here, this green hell, where the cursed ones goes.
It's what you don't wish even your most deadliest foes.

4.
Those who got here to be punished were all kind of men,
Some were victim of bad witches, some deserved revenge,
Like the priest who wasn't nice to her who were his lover –
After all, they wouldn't have call him Reverend Pyer.

5.
Once she gave birth to the fruit of their joys without clothes,
He wasn't shy to cry witch at them – mom and baby both!
There wasn't witch who could save them from be killed by the fire,
There was one, though, who arranged for him not to emerge higher.

6.
Her aunt, in contrast to the niece, was a which who called down curse
Which made his life insufferable and after-life: worse!
His black soul got here but his ill-will never seemed to cease,
He cursed wanderers walking under these boughs with sad leaves…

7.
The sun light found a wanderer, still lying on the ground,
He must have had a rest before he continues his run.
He was told that there's fall and also summer in this wood,
It's cursed, they said but dry leaves served as a bed better than good.

8.
He wakes up, he has no time to waste, he takes his cape on,
He wades on through the brown mass of leaves, his bag weighs a ton.
He had a deep sleep about which his amazement has grown,
But he thinks it's caused by the leaves whose rustle's monotone.

9.
It is and it's the only sound, he continues his thought,
Where's the song of birds and noise of critters of the wood?
At the very moment harsh sound blares out in the air
As if axe meets steel, someone has many axe to spare…

10.
As he goes on, brooding like this, somebody pops up
Who gets visible getting closer, as well as the blood…
Her clothes are torn and covered with blood from a hundred wounds,
She's pulling, still, a big sack with her, leaving trails behind.

11.
'What the hell or what kind of it happened to you, girl?',
He asks her forgetting his run and expecting answer.
'Good fella, my story began far from here and now,
Suffice it to say that I was 'bout making a vow.'

12.
Being daughter of a once rich then a poorer landlord,
My wedding was a mere means of estate saving efforts.
The other party of the deal was well-known merchant clan,
Which gave, as a contribution, their son to the enterprise.

13.
Me and my heart weren't factor of the transaction,
As every girl, though, I, too, had a heart filled with passion.
His name was Peter, got arms as hard as the coastal rocks
And eyes so dark they captivates you as two iron locks.

14.
The day of the end of my girlhood came extremely close,
And since my love was poor, too, we had to leave who we chose.
He sweared on running off with me and I did so on going,
And we agreed to meet at night to leave behind their egoism.

15.
The very night my father came by, he wanted to talk.
He knew I didn't want the wedding, he was begging so,
He promised a warm home, held out a high life, even said I'm right
But it wasn't gold or comfort which made me stay home that night.

16.
I loved my father and my kins so dearly, couldn't flee,
The day after, I wrote a letter ,he maybe forgives me.
I hadn't seem him more and the day of my weding came.
I didn't count on him to pop up and to seal my fate.

17.
He just stood there, he was not sad – furious, in fact
And cried out that the bride was far cry from being intact.
It was not the scandal, nor his betrayal, which hurt,
The look of him, the hate in his eyes was which killed me first.

18.
My father raged, the deal was cancelled, the merchant clan was gone
And so was his senses, I could not see what to come.
He came to my room with a sack, bawling loud at me
That one needed no useless kittens, neither did he me…

19.
He threw the sack on me and pulled me down the mansion's stairs
And called his dearest blood hounds to send them, too, to the sack.
He said that I ruined everything for which they were great
So he would bury some of that with me to the water grave.

20.
The dogs bit me and the waves ate us all.
Our cotton coffin sank to the dark wet floor.
My love's eyes was dark and his figure tall.
The love leads to hell, it is its backdoor.

21.
Years went on and my dad went up fighting well in war.
He even got one more land, it is a nearly manor.
He would have lived happily and ever after, though.
He was the one who came here and had a bit nap, dot.

22.
Now he's in my sack and happy to see his late hounds,
He'll be dying ever after of eternal wounds.'
While she's speaking, his eyes wander to the sack which moves.
'And this will be the doom of every men who's on the loose!'

23.
Seeing, hearing all of these, he doesn't hesitate,
He doesn't even wait for her next words, he's on his way.
'I am a nightmare but only of those who dreams of me.'
She says and she and her sack emerge to the foliages.

24.
He looks over his shoulder often while he's going on,
He doesn't even hear the voice of steel meeting iron.
When he looks forward more than he looked behind, at last,
He can see another figure, a boy on the path.

25.
The boy is about six years old and has got golden curls.
The wanderer has one look at him and he fears the worst.
He turns to his right and starts to run with one thing on mind:
Between the bride and the boy, he has to try to hide!

26.
When he thinks he's far enough, he sweeps some leaves away,
Just to pull them back onto him, after he was layed.
Once he lied low and his taking breath went back to silent,
He started hearing axes, again, and that someone went by.

27.
Having a sneak peak out of the bunch of dry leaves allows him
To be able to see the figure who lurks in the near.
As he can see her, he knows he isn't seeing things,
The carpenter from Queensbridge knows justice comes on swift wings.

28.
A tall, blonde woman went by near him, now she's far away,
But even from here he knows her and no way, he could stay!
He stands up, he's out of this haunted, godforsaken wood!
He starts running but hears that something dropped the place he stood.

29.
He looks back at the head on the leaves, the head of the boy.
His golden curls are soaked by his blood, like a dirty toy.
Then golden light is shed on him from where he fell down from.
The wanderer now looks up there and he can see them all.

30.
His tall, blonde wife and daughter and the torso of his son,
They look at him 'til their necks open and spurt blood around.
Their heads fall down and falling down they scream but does he run?
No, he reaches into his bag without one more sound.

31.
He pulls out an axe with blood on its edge as he exclaims,
'I knew you would come back for me but I'll kill you again!'
He attacks his kins raising the axe with a beastly rage,
The decapitated bodies crash down, he's who they engage.

32.
His cutting their stone cold and hard flesh proves to be in vain,
The hits, however, of his once loved ones cause him big pain.
Their bodies with their blood spurting necks, like some morbid torches,
Give him a hell of a beating, 'til his bones go grinded.

33.
The last thing he can see before the everblack night comes, is
His family's fallen heads with sleepy but smiling lips
Which of his son form his last words, 'Should I wake up later?'
Then the wanderer dies, thanks by the Reverend Pyer.

34.
His remains will be covered by the dry leaves as dead as him
Like they covered all the others who were died of haunting
Since one of them lied under the tree where the priest's soul pined 'way
To have a sleep being tired what the Reverend envied.

35.
He cursed all of them who dares to do the same thing in this wood
With being taken their dreams from and haunted by those for good.
The dreams the moment they are born emerge from their host's mind
To be embodied above, among the leaves to come back down.

36.
Many innocent wanderers met their worst nightmares
But those on whose way there's a cursed wood bear big sins more times.
That's why this tale shows that even evil deeds can yield a profit
And the dead of its main player mean a happy ending of it.

 

Source: http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/dark/poems.php?id=1209007

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Amit Nov 16, 2012

good one.

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