Cursed Ground

A poem for Day 5 of the 30 Days of Fright Challenge

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For Day 5 of

Wendy Cockcroft

’s 30 Days of Fright Challenge, the prompt was “Whispers in the Walls.” This poem is my entry.

Please enjoy…

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I had a bad feeling about this place,
I called it home, but it was a strange space.
Signs everywhere I should have seen.
Presentable, but it had never been clean.

Holes in the walls, born from fits of rage.
Unseen rot, surrounding me like a cage.
A place that had seen so much sadness.
Enough to drive anyone to madness.

I heard whispering voices before long,
untold secrets laced their painful song.
Tales of treachery, pain, and blasphemy.
A house built on a foundation of agony.

Long before I called this land my own,
centuries of blood had already been sown,
deep into the ground with forbidden rites.
My head spun as if gazing from dizzying heights.

I was an unwilling participant now.
To the voices, I must now bow.
They issue commands from the walls,
and now I’m trapped in these endless halls.

I can either choose to follow their will,
Or it will be my blood that they spill.
The rituals that started on this lands,
Won’t end until I meet their demands.

Endless suffering and sacrifice,
Gives them form, like a cosmic vice.
They want to taste life and walk the Earth,
And the ritual will give them their birth.

This house where I live is not a home.
It is nothing more than a wretched tome,
Filled with stories of a place long cursed,
and ancient gods who cannot sate their thirst.

They say that fire cleanses all.
I will be the one to watch this place fall.
End this charade, wipe the slate clean.
Drop the curtains and then it's end scene.

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