Ralwus Dreams

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By: Wayne Brown

 

The ghosts and ghouls returned again to Knockemstiff

On a dark, cold Halloween night as the fog did drift

The eccentric Lil’ Charlie sat in his library writing alone

Alert to the raking, rasping sounds somewhere in his home

 

“For the love of God! Can a man not in quiet solitude write?

What makes this foul noise on this eerie, frightful night?”

Thinking that the cat was just begging another intrusion

Charlie continued his writing and ignored the confusion

 

The sound continued louder, louder; even louder still

Distracting Charlie’s muse and halting his inked quill

In anger he reached out for his half-filled scotch glass

Thinking it was past time to kick that old gray cat’s ass

 

Charlie arose from his chair and lunged at the door

Hoping to launch a surprised cat ‘cross the wood floor

But the gray cat was not there, it was not to be found

The eerie noise continued as Charlie looked all around

 

Charlie headed to the basement locating the sounds

Convince that some fat rats might be running around

He grabbed a baseball bat to smash out their brains

They’d soon be sorry they had crawled up his drains

 

Opening the basement door, Charlie emitted a scream

Witnessing the most ghoulish sight he had ever seen

There in the darkness of the basement’s thick, musty air

Hung the dead corpse of a cowboy with no head there

 

Charlie ran from the basement and back into his room

Realizing the headhunters had cast his hellish doom

His inner-fears were flowing like blood down a drain

His cold blood was now boiling and frying his brain

 

Grabbing his glass of scotch, he gulped with a thirst

All the time his brain running and thinking the worst

Those headhunters had left that corpse as an evil sign

They were coming for him, short was his time

 

Suddenly a low moan as the doorknob was turned

Charlie gulped scotch as his mortal fears churned

The door flew open with the ripping of the wood

In the faint hallway light, the headless cowboy stood

 

Charlie ran to the window hoping to get quickly out

The corpse walked toward him arms thrashing about

Out through the window, Charlie ran from the fate

Not yet knowing where the headhunters did wait

 

Running totally in fear from the headless cowboy bard

Charlie paid no attention to the gathering ghouls in the yard

Rushing blind to get away, Charlie fell in their trap instead

With a quick swing of the sharp axe, and off came his head

 

Charlie suddenly awoke in a heavy breathing cold sweat

And realized it was a dream when he saw his gray cat

The cowboy; the headhunters; the whole bloody scene

Had all been a part of some Halloween scotch dream

 

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Austinstar 6 years ago from Somewhere in the universe

Oh yes, Wayne, yes, yes, yes!

Excuse me, I just watched Finding Bliss and then this video. It kinda put me in the mood.

Well, now I know you've lost your head. Charlie won't sit still for this one!


ralwus 6 years ago

LOL ya got me good. Another nightmare man, I gotta lay off the bottle until after Halloween. Loved that music and it was just right for a scream. Did a Halloween jig on those buttons WB. Great job. CC


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Freya Cesare 6 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

Hahaha... So he lost his head too eventually? You go, Wayne! I love this poems battle. You two are great! :D


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Tom Whitworth 6 years ago from Moundsville, WV

Wayne,

I was never a Scotch drinker and my encounter didn't take place on Halloween and I was wide awake. I had walked to a neighborhood bar (to avoid a DUI) and chugged about 20 beers and while walking home I discovered my house had been beamed up by alien beings. I was wailing and crying in front of my missing house when I realized I was one street west of my street and the house was where it should be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas Author

@Austinstar..I love the way the music threw in a little sexy moan at the end...I thought that was definitely one of CC's women! WB

@ralwus...Glad you liked CC...It took me most the day to write! WB

@Freua Cesare....seems that losing one's head is the popular thing to do around here! LOL! WB

@Tim Whitworth...Tom I know people who would love to see video tape of that police call! LOL! Very funny! WB


ankigarg87 6 years ago

Nice hub


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Amy Becherer 6 years ago from St. Louis, MO

"His inner fears were flowing like blood down a drain"...my favorite line...it is so perfectly, visually, descriptively chilling. Yikes. Loved it.


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breakfastpop 6 years ago

Scotch will do that! Voted up!


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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas Author

@ankigarg87...Thanks for the read..I appreciate it! WB

@Amy Becherer....I worked on that line like a cobbler tooling leather! LOL! Thanks for the good words! WB

@breakfastpop....Tequila is better...no memory of the horror! LOL! WB


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saddlerider1 6 years ago

Perfect music for such a fright delight. Good grief I now have two headless hubbers to deal with. How are you going to continue to write? Let alone find the pen to scratch a verse or two. Headless indeed a cowboy and a rawlus. Matching bookends for sure. Perfect Halloween fright...


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MartieCoetser 6 years ago from South Africa

I am stunned. Such a brilliant, scary story in rhyme – you must be a genius. Take a bow. And now I’m running out of this hub before that cowboy’s head rolls my way.


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lorlie6 6 years ago from Bishop, Ca

Charlie well deserved this one-great to see you two at it again!


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drbj 6 years ago from south Florida

Epilogue:

Charlie went back to his bunk bed,

Too much Scotch after supper.

At dawn they found him in the lower bunk,

His head in the upper!


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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas Author

@saddlerider1...Aw heck Ken, CC and I both lost our heads years ago. We just write on instinct! LOL! WB

@MartieCoetser...Will you send my wife an email and let her know of my genius? LOL! Glad you enjoyed it! WB

@lorlie5...Have not seen you in a while...busy being a grandmother I'll bet! Thanks for the good words! WB

@drbj...LOL! That is one great epilogue and I know Charlie will think so! WB


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dallas93444 6 years ago from Bakersfield, CA

Out did yerself.... Right proud of ya. Funnier than a snake trying to do a two step... I'll drink to that and that and, I forget what else, but I'll drink to that too...


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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas Author

@dallass93444...Thank you. Just trying to keep CC in check a bit! LOL! WB


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akirchner 6 years ago from Central Oregon

Good lord - the pic alone at 5:30 a.m. is enough to send me screaming back to bed! I'm not a scotch drinker and I guess I know why.....great work, Wayne as always and love the music.....with Charlie's woman thrown in for good measure. Great poem for Charlie!!


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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas Author

@akirchner...It was a fun one to write...tossing a bit of trash at CC is always fun! Thanks Audrey! WB


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James McV Sailor 6 years ago from Northern California

Wayne, great verse, really enjoyed it. JM


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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas Author

@James McV Sailor....Thanks much James. I do appreciate the read and the good words! WB

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