Dark Night Coming Down on That Fateful Halloween …
Deep in the ancient dark forest so dense,
It survived by sleeping there for ages
In its grotesque and evil horror, whence
The thing first began its many stages,
Of breaking out free from many cages,
And destroying the high great iron fence,
Long ago built strongly, was meant to be
To keep the evil thing from roaming free.
A dark night coming down when it was born
On a Halloween night inside the crypts,
When escape from the land so battle torn,
From an immortal father it was spawned.
A lovely and fair mother so forlorn,
Gave birth to a child, burst forth from her hips,
It tore her apart, she it did devour,
Father came in and saw the thing had power.
His beloved bride once so beautiful,
Who was a mortal, so gentle and fair,
Now was just a gory pile of offal,
All that remained untouched, her golden hair.
Grieving father tied her hair to his belt,
And angrily glared at the monster child,
Bloodied and loudly sucking on her whey,
Child’s eyes lit up, its arms upheld, “Padre!”
The bereaved father chained monster child
Tightly flat to his warrior shield,
Wrapped it in mother’s robe, it went wild,
Angry father to cries would not yield.
He took his burden so heavy laden
With great heartache and anger, fast he rode
Deep into the distant dense dark forest
Deaf to wild cries, he laid it to rest.
Furiously dug a hole wide and deep,
He then bricked up the lonely and dark pit,
And he laid his monster child down to sleep,
Standing tall he prayed, and there he left it.
Grieving father sent warriors forthwith,
To build crypts upon crypts, a fence, and keep
His sad secret, each to sign oath in blood,
Never would the grisly night e’er be told.
Years went by, father never did he age,
Grieved still with memories of his beloved,
And the monster child within its cage,
With the long braided golden hair he slept.
The monster child finally did break free,
It stretched huge arms up to the moon so bright,
On a Halloween night it did cry loudly “Padre!”
It sniffed the air, began to seek his way.
Found a small village with many people
Out and about, fast he began to feast,
Upon women, whether young or feeble,
Many men beat and chased the montrous beast.
To a castle it found its way, and stood
In the courtyard and called to its Padre,
Warriors surrounded it and all would
Kill it, but immortal king yelled out, “Nay!”
The mighty King approached the monstrous beast,
Upon the monster’s chest his own shield,
Remembered the night of the monster’s feast,
His deadly sword from sheath he did wield,
And swiftly cut off monster child’s head,
As tears of both flowed and ran with the blood.
He laid the body upon a pyre,
And had it burned in a roaring fire.
On a dark night coming down that Halloween.
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns