Spirits sat as Mourners
As death grew,
The lights were dimmer,
As the darkness began to shimmer,
Eyes would glow
As the candles in back
And spirits sat as mourners
Massed together all in a row…"
by Frank Atanacio
Reasoning behind my verse.
Frank issued a challenge to continue a poem from the first verse written by him.
I tried to continue the scene Frank set up as I saw it. My following verses portray spirits/demons gathered at a funeral of a departed one waiting to steal the soul and take it to Hell. The preacher in turn trying to prevent that by reading Holy verse and attempting to dedicate the soul to Heaven.
I had previously written these three verses in separate articles but decided to combine them into one.
No airs and graces,
Unblinking, cold, and grey
As they watched another join the Frey.
While the priest
Read God's holy word,
Challenging the evil beast
To try to steal another soul,
And empty husk upon which demons feast.
As the darkness slowly ebbed
The demons howled in pain,
April's spirit hovered
Above the coffin where she'd lain.
The preacher summoned angels
As the sun began to rise,
But Satan tightened fast his grip
To hold on to his prize.
Heaven vs Hell,
At the church's ringing bell.
Come the Sentinel
As April's soul rose from the grave
The demons crowded around.
Ghostly hands reached out to her,
Above consecrated ground.
The Sentinel surveyed the scene
From a tall dead oak nearby.
Then with a shrieking cry it swooped
Through the demonic funeral fray.
The spirits cried as if in pain,
As the black bird stole their prey.
© 2014 John Hansen