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Author Name: PremiumDr Fogg 6 Comments
Date Added: June 25, 2012 08:06:02 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Rhyming
Category: Horror Add To Favorites | Text Only
The Mist
The Mist.


A veil of mist descended upon the Yorkshire moors. Like a stage curtain declaring the end, time to go home. In the pub feet shuffled uneasily, men began to leave. Tonight’s no night to be upon the moor, they knew instinctively.


Farmers checked their cattle early and made apace for their doors.  Slamming them hard and bolting, shutting windows and shutter boards. Stoking up the fires the wives could feel it too, but not a word was spoken. The children, long abed, curled up tight, not knowing; yet they knew.


On the Moor the sheep and cattle wide eyed and breathing heavily, massed in groups for safety, their hearts racing, oh they knew. From generations past the warning came, make fast, beware the mist. The mist, the mist, ignore it at your peril, seek refuge while you can.


It moved so slowly, sometimes it swirled, it clung to rock and heather. It clung to trees and tumbled over bows, it filled the shallow valleys. It rose upon the crags, it seeped into the caverns its fingers long and cold. It soaked into the mosses and wisped around gravestones.


To those with ears to hear, it spoke.” I am malevolence I am older than time itself”. The priest heard it, he pawed through his bible, his cross clutched to his chest. He muttered prayers beneath his breath, lest the mist should take some interest.

Candles flickered yet air was still, stiller than a crypt.


Beneath the ground they heard it. Wakened in their tombs. The mist sunk in through coffin cracks and plucked their screaming bones.  It whispered to them softly "I shall not abate until someone’s soul I’ve tasted before dawns early break.



Father Ryan knelt before the altar.

Never had he known such fear.

The mist outside was speaking.

To those with ears to hear.


And he heard! Oh how he heard.

A thousand voices of the dead.

He clutched his crucifix so tightly.

He prayed and bowed his head.


The mist had halted, no longer moving.

It sensed a weakness on the moor.

It’s many senses searching, searching.

Focused on the old church door.


Beneath the ground, awakened.

The dead began to move.

The mist was calling, calling.

Not to be refused.


The priest heard them.

Rising from the ground.

Heard them by the old church door.

Heard their shuffling sound!


He felt the blood drain from his face.

Now a ghostly white.

His faith dissolved and left him.

The doors flew open with such might!


The Morning came and bells were heard.

The people called to prayer.

They found the church deserted.

Not a living soul was there.


The bell still rang from up above.

Some men went up to see.

Farther Ryan was hanging.

In the churches small belfry.


His body gently rocking.

Against the churches bell.

His face so white and shocking.

His soul now lies in HELL.

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Comment By: PremiumShawn on October 8, 2012 03:18:49 PM Report
Yes, very very creepy. Also, extremely visual and creative.

Comment By: FreeSir Daniel on June 27, 2012 07:54:41 PM Report

It seems to me that the power of words can do anything..  bring people together or have them run for safety from things beyond our understanding.   You told this story like a professional, from the intro. to the last lines, leave them screaming.   Quite enjoyed my friend,


~ Daniel

Comment By: FreeKelly on June 26, 2012 04:08:15 PM Report
This is brilliant! I've been up and past the Yorkshire Moors a good few times and can picture this perfectly- the Gothic nature of the poem associates so well with the mysterious reputation of the moors- I can almost imagine this happening. The imagery is great, if rather scary aha- Fantastic! 


Comment By: FreeGraham Jones on June 26, 2012 11:36:59 AM Report
Thoroughly enjoyed it nothing wrong with a little horror rhyme to get the old grey cells moving,welcome to the site~Graham.
Comment By: FreePamela A. Lamppa on June 25, 2012 11:19:07 AM Report
Eerie, and completely captivating.  Just plain 100% Excellent.  I enjoyed this very much.  ~Pamela
Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on June 25, 2012 09:32:18 AM Report
This looks great -- I read a few of the ending lines.  It's just that i can't concentrate on anything that's more than ten lines long...  ADHD -- an old friend.  But I can still see -- by the little I read -- that it's a good one.   --David


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