AWEN ONLINE ISSUE TWO: HORROR
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WAGES OF SIN
By Maureen Braithwaite They travelled far on that stormy night, Three villains out for gain, Till they saw a light flickering white, Through the thunder and stinging rain. It led them to a cavern where shone Light from chests of gold, But to open the locks a candle must be lit, Said the message on the Wizard's cave stone. But beware if you fail, Your hearts will turn cold, So keep your hand calm And your mind bold. The roughest among pushed to teh front, Burning taper in his hand, "Let me for my hand is steady, I will not shake like a drunken man." Once then twice the candle Failed to take flame, On the third it gently spluttered And was left smoking in the rain. Today people travel from far and wide, To see three figures cast in rock. One who looks aged and two who look crazed, All frozen in silent shock. THE DEVIL'S DUE By Aeronwy Dafies He thought build a circular house in which to hide So that he never would pay the Devil's due: With no corners to conceal his baleful presence The Devil access would be denied. But the Devil is not one to write off his debts He always collects the souls that he is owed: Eschewing caution and hiding out of sight The Devil appeared in the middle of the room in all his might GHOSTLY GOURMET By Maureen Braithwaite Grand hotel with a fancy facade, Waiters smile as they parade their gourmet finery, of sherbet dreams, doused in brandy, sherry and cream. But despite all this, I have to record for my 'eatery guide' and 'best of board', that in this converted hospital - though tastefully done - food soon chills and appears underdone. Cold winds inexplicably transpire, moaning around the chandelier. Shivery fingers brush diners' arms, making them cry out and start in alarm. Breath shows white as it leaves their lips, to mingle with their savoury dips. But I confess what else can it be, when the dining room is housed in the old Mortuary? |
THE HAUNTED HOUSE
By DS Davidson No-one visits the old house atop the hill It has a terrible reputation As the place where a mad man chose to kill Causing outrage across the nation. The local children shun it It has been abandoned many years No salesman bothers to visit For it's the sum of local fears. The old man's ghost stalks, in his hand a knife There's also the bloody apparition of his wife: She staggers moaning, through dark passageways She haunts the nights and he stalks the days: He there is cursed for killing his wife She there is trapped in unearthly ways. It is said that to visit in the wan daylight Is to risk that psycho giving you a fright Whilst a visit in the deep dark of night Risks that blood-dripping visage giving you a fright. So you never should visit by night or by day The haunted house is not a place for you to stay. So heed my advice and run far away This is no place for children to play! THE GHOST ON THE STAIR By Aeronwy Dafies You've heard of the man who wasn't there Who passes folk upon the stair He who chills the very air: To meet him I would never dare! AS PROMISED IN REVELATIONS By Steve Sneyd just crazy that hot sweet smell and even in dark tap runs dark and you won't can't turn light on don't want to know the creak is just the stairs settling after your tread and it isn't true of course it isn't the cold water isn't blood of all those killed this night runs through veins of your house spring once in field was once this hillside blocked and in dawn must come soon will all be alright you're dreaming this to frighten yourself you know it can't can't ever be like this only in half world out of this lifeworld is only in limbo all the blood men women spill flows everywhere blood three nights to the knee before last silly flickering twitch of brain is let shut down last time STRANGE SOUNDS By Aeronwy Dafies Strange sounds in the darkness Shadows shifting ominously Set my nerves on edge As my half-asleep mind imagines All sorts of horrors beneath. IN THE WOODS AT DUSK By Steve Sneyd a crow cries like a baby with real redcoated pride of discovery blowing smoke from shotgun barrels kicking damp sullen leaves a man who has shot both |
