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Lee Bragan Poem
A Halloween Tale
By Lee Bragan
Darkness creeps across the land,
The midnight hour is close at hand.
A night of evil awaits us all
On whom will Death choose to call?
There’s no place to hide till morning light
All are helpless, in the dark, in the night.
Creatures rise from long-sealed tombs,
searching for souls to join their doom.
The witching hour calls them out,
to search for blood there is no doubt.
Some float through space, none spurn any fight.
All powerful are they, in the dark, in the night.
Young Thomas dances deep in the woods,
A blazing fire crackles bright as it should.
A blade of fine silver, a bell made of brass,
Sparkle in the firelight where they rest on the grass.
Spirits are moving, about to take flight
Thomas dances on, in the dark, in the night.
A woman appears from out of the gloom,
Dressed only in black, she’s a bringer of doom.
She beckons Thomas come to her
Red eyes glow as she begins to purr.
Thomas drinks her potion made to excite
The woods grow silent, in the dark, in the night.
A circle is drawn nine feet round,
Other spirits have joined but none make a sound.
Thomas is stripped, naked and bare
The magic circle has become his lair.
He looks at the woman not fearing his plight,
‘He is coming’ she whispers, in the dark, in the night.
The spirits dance in wild delight,
On this Halloween night that’s meant to fright.
Soon another will join their rank,
Deals with the devil, their master they thank.
A beast has appeared in the dwindling firelight
Nothing will save Thomas, in the dark, in the night.
She reaches down and hands him the bell,
‘Ring this loudly’ she orders, ‘at the gates of Hell’
His eyes fly open but he cannot move,
The potion he drank has done more than soothe.
He cannot scream, he cannot run, he cannot fight,
Still his wish shall be granted, in the dark, in the night.
Thomas shivers: the beast steps through the fire
His spells and incantations were bought from a liar.
The life Thomas sought,
Will all be for naught.
He prays to God with all his might,
But He is not listening, in the dark, in the night.
She raises the knife as the spirits close in,
His eyes swelled with tears, Thomas life is at end.
Nothing will save him from the beast’s fierce strike,
Deals with the devil are really all alike.
He tempts you when you sleep, and in the broad daylight,
But promises are broken, in the dark, in the night.
Doris calls from the kitchen, worry in her voice,
The husband’s sleeping, but she has no other choice.
‘Where is Thomas, it’s late and he’s not home?
We warned him not to go off alone’.
He looks at the clock: the witching hour has passed,
They race outside, their hearts beating fast.
But they dare not wait for the coming light,
An evil presence lingers near, in the dark, in the night.
Thomas will not return to them, his spirit has taken flight,
This evil night has claimed another
who went down without a fight.
He has joined many others in a place we all know,
Deals with the devil have cost the boy his soul.
His parents search and find firelight,
Doris faints at the horrible sight.
All Hallows’ Eve holds few delights,
So be careful what you wish for,
in the dark…in the night.
Copyright © Lee Bragan | Year Posted 2014
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Lee Bragan Poem
NIGHT DREAMS
By Lee Bragan
Sometimes I wonder if I’m brave, why scared to go to bed,
Even when I’m tucked in warm and all my prayers are said,
Father switches off the lamp which takes away the light,
And I’m left lying all alone - seeing things at night.
Sometimes they’re in the corner, sometimes by the door,
Other times I’m certain, they’re crawling on the floor.
Most times they come while I’m asleep, sometimes while I’m awake,
Regardless of the way they come it always makes me ache.
Sometimes they’re black, sometimes they’re red and other times they’re white,
It really doesn’t matter - when I’m seeing things at night.
It’s really good I’m not a kid or I’d be scared to death,
I hide under the covers and try to hold my breath.
I hear them slither up the stairs and scrape the window panes,
Their favourite time to come for me is when it’s pouring rain.
I close my eyes, cover my ears and pretend that it’s daylight,
But it makes no difference what I do - I’m seeing things at night.
They may be in the ceiling or hiding in the wall,
I only know that I’m alone with no one near to call.
Again I promise to be good and always say my prayers.
I whisper silent verses, hoping that will make it right,
But it never seems to help at all – when I’m seeing things at night.
I try to stop the demon’s voice that calls me from within,
I even pray and promise God I’ll not give into sin.
But they just creep closer to my bed and none of them are nice,
I’m certain something’s coming and it chills me cold as ice.
I’m sure one night the evil things will take me though I’ll fight,
I wonder if I’m wicked – ‘cause I’m seeing things at night.
I come awake to bright daylight,
And wonder how I slept at all, on a night so filled with fright.
I ease out of my bed and throw open the curtains,
Knowing that one thing will always be certain.
That God was with me ‘cause I prayed with all my might.
But still I feel them lurking near – I’ll be seeing things tonight.
Copyright © Lee Bragan | Year Posted 2014
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A SON’S LOST MOTHER
We wander together through terrible plight,
Blinded by darkness with no sign of light
I touch your arm and squeeze it tight,
Hoping to help you through this night
I sense your fear and know it’s real,
In the smothering gloom I’m certain what you feel.
Now take my hand and hold it tight.
I will not fail you here tonight.
For by failing you I fail myself,
And place my soul on an empty shelf
Where it withers in dust, and never sees daylight.
I will not fail you here tonight.
Hope is the destination that we seek,
And I cannot be timid, mild or meek.
Courage is the motor that drives me on.
The feeling that I’m loved by a special one,
Strengthens me to continue the fight:
I will not fail you here tonight.
Dawn is breaking across your room,
And chasing away the night’s deep gloom,
But even the sun’s promise of brand new light,
Is powerless to stand against Death’s ruthless might.
You open your eyes and look over at me
You want to speak, but can hardly see.
With a nod of your head you release my hand
And calmly slip into that distance land.
I lower my head and the tears flow freely
The death of a mother can never come easy.
One last smile and God turns out your light,
I’m content to have been with you tonight.
Copyright © Lee Bragan | Year Posted 2014
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Lee Bragan Poem
A SON’S LOST MOTHER
We wander together through terrible plight,
Blinded by darkness with no sign of light
I touch your arm and squeeze it tight,
Hoping to help you through this night
I sense your fear and know it’s real,
In the smothering gloom I’m certain what you feel.
Now take my hand and hold it tight.
I will not fail you here tonight.
For by failing you I fail myself,
And place my soul on an empty shelf
Where it withers in dust, and never sees daylight.
I will not fail you here tonight.
Hope is the destination that we seek,
And I cannot be timid, mild or meek.
Courage is the motor that drives me on.
The feeling that I’m loved by a special one,
Strengthens me to continue the fight:
I will not fail you here tonight.
Dawn is breaking across your room,
And chasing away the night’s deep gloom,
But even the sun’s promise of brand new light,
Is powerless to stand against Death’s ruthless might.
You open your eyes and look over at me
You want to speak, but can hardly see.
With a nod of your head you release my hand
And calmly slip into that distance land.
I lower my head and the tears flow freely
The death of a mother can never come easy.
One last smile and God turns out your light,
I’m content to have been with you tonight.
Copyright © Lee Bragan | Year Posted 2015
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