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[bodytext] => Gargoyle’s End The end of October and the children were excited, All dressed as ghouls and monsters plying sweets from neighbours, The innocence of it all contradicting with the true nature of this hallowed eve. Later that crisp, frosty evening the teenagers headed out for Halloween parties, Regaled in lurid, scary and revealing costumes, to tempt the most casual of onlooker. I, myself, decided on a walk through the forest, a familiar trail, That Melissa and I had used to take at just this time of year when nature was so beautiful. The fallen leaves upon the trail, white with frost, crunched underfoot. Moonlight lit up the trees into a veritable spectacle of hues and colours, The cloudless sky providing the perfect backcloth to nature’s perfect stage. I stared at the stars and remembered how Melissa and I had named them, How we had just sometimes stopped, held each other silently, just taking it all in. It was all so beautiful, so many happy memories of times past, but then the moon Was covered by a dark cloud and it was as if all the lights had been turned off. Dark clouds had obliterated the stars and the forest was black, foreboding. Trees and branches which had earlier been sculptures of light and beauty, Now looked menacing and stolid like some infernal dragoon, standing guard. I did not have to wait long before it approached me, the gargoyle, and my end. It stood erect, three feet taller than myself and aimed those evil eyes into mine. I was powerless, immobile, and unable to break my gaze from Hell’s reaper. Closer and closer it approached and the foul stench once again assailed me. With precision the sinewy, muscular arm with hands tipped with talons Traced a line down from my throat to my chest, then rested there, palm outstretched. Its hand fluoresced and still paralysed I felt my inner self being extracted from me. I was alive but all my emotions, my memories; my very essence was being harvested. The demon had almost completed taking my soul when a change came over it. A raging fire engulfed the arm of the beast and carried on to consume its entire frame. Before my eyes the creature was cast into oblivion with a scream of uttermost despair. I knelt down upon the frosty grass, sweating, shaking and crying unashamedly. Lifting my head I saw a shimmering image, Melissa, who smiled then disappeared. She was always pure of heart, still within me, pure and my greatest love, poison to evil. Alistair Muir 28/04/2010 [comments] => 4 [counter] => 206 [topic] => 49 [informant] => aliopterix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 25 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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