A Jack O ‘Lantern, a will-o-the wisp,
ghostly visage, fleeting light in the mist.
A lost soul wandering randomly,
consigned by Satan to this destiny,
Out on the moors, in the murky fog,
flashing your light out over the bog,
looking for travelers to lead astray,
down the primrose path, past the light of day,
their destruction your only revenge,
for having neither the devil, nor God as your friend.
Author notes
Halloween, Jack o Lantern tale
A contest entry
- ~HOLLOWS EVE and ALL SAINTS CONTESTS~GHOULS-GHOSTS-WITCHES AND GOBLINS COME JOIN VAMPS AND ANGELS WELCOME TOO!!! by Shantti.
775 points, ended November 1, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I love the idea Michele, the cold misty moors and the lost soul effect following the lantern...It conjures up all sorts of images..Good luck in the comp...Dan
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(I love the use of "moors" and "bog" in poetry) I like this, and note that with a few minor word changes, it could very well be an everyday (not holloween) poem. Some tormented soul seeking revenge. Good job. Best luck in your contest, this reads like a classic/keeper!
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This is sweet and entertaining. I love the tale told here, it holds the readers attntion from line to line.
Excellent, I really enjoyed this. Thank you so much for entering
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