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Fright Time

Steeple lit by lightning loud
Moon that's full peeks round a cloud
Trudging through the churchyard mud
Unwise shortcut: THUD, THUD, THUD!

The sound is muted ’neath my feet
No one there I wish to meet
Sodden hair and soaked to skin
Contemplate my every sin

Thunder, lightning, crackling air
Time to hightail out of there
Prickling skin: can’t hang around
Portentous skies and groaning ground

Slipping sliding progress thwarted
Planned escape at once aborted 
Through the storm the church bells chime
Shadowed figure… asks the time 

Where he came from I don’t know
Neither did I see him go
Stood alone in worsened shower 
Still his voice enquires the hour

Flight, not fight my first reaction
Once my feet acquired traction
Reached the exit P.D.Q.
Asked the time by who knows who

Homeward through the icy rain
Darkness asks the time again
Local paper on the mat
Front page headline tells us that
Town remembers Howard Peak,
Funeral was held this week

Police have found no weapon nor
The watch that he was murdered for
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Laurie Avatar
October 12, 2021 at 8:36 PM
Crikey Terry ... you just keep coming up with goods. The flow and rhyme is terrific and of course the question finale is there to think about - thanks again Terry - Lindsay
Flood Avatar
October 13, 2021 at 2:45 AM
Actually didn’t know the end until I got there. Would he have been late for something? Would he be waiting for someone? The stolen watch just came out of nowhere but (if I may say so myself) just worked. Cheers Lindsay. Terry
Logan Avatar
October 12, 2021 at 1:19 AM
It seems my comment disappeared so again I will say it made my skin crawl.
Flood Avatar
October 12, 2021 at 6:15 AM
I have that effect on women! Thanks, Jenna.
Cunningham Avatar
October 11, 2021 at 11:30 PM
Quite a spooky tale for Halloween Terry, reminds me to get some goodies in for the neighbourhood brats that threaten you with green slime if you don't treat them lol. Tom
Flood Avatar
October 12, 2021 at 11:02 AM
Just turn off all the lights and hide behind the sofa… works for me ;-)
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