But, I Was In a Trance
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Poetry/Verse/But, I Was In a Trance
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1680-476-11
All Rights Reserved, 2024, Constance La France
Copying any part of this work is prohibited without permission.
Written, October 11, 2024
For the International Contest, Scary Stories
Sponsor, Cystol Woods, Judged 10/17/2024
Written in my created form, Story in Verse and Refrain
8, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6r syllables per line, 5 stanzas, non-rhymed, 30 lines
Human-Generated
I was walking on a long path,
and found an old farmhouse;
with a garden decayed,
and a voice whispered come !
Oh, that voice was creepy;
but, I was in a trance.
I stepped onto a broken porch,
the door made a harsh moan;
and the inside was dim,
I tried to make out shapes.
Rocking chair, piano;
but, I was in a trance.
Then, I saw her in an old chair,
the fabric was tattered;
her dress a sickly white.
her face so very pale.
Yet, she was beautiful;
but, I was in a trance.
In the hush she said, oh Dear Heart,
I have been waiting child;
it is time that you come,
come I whispered, come where ?
No thank you, I am fine;
but, I was in a trance.
She got up and floated to me,
I will never forget;
those brittle cold bone hands,
caressing, touching me.
I let out a wild scream;
but, I was in a trance !
Poetry/Verse/But, I Was In a Trance
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1680-476-11
All Rights Reserved, 2024, Constance La France
Copying any part of this work is prohibited without permission.
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2024
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