The spectral haunt grew once anew
Releasing its rusted gates into the open
Come one come all come everyone big and small
The void left here called out
Each fleck of rust and dusk
As the paint clings desperately
And you sit in a once used dodgem
You whisper to yourself and no one
Welcome to the funfair
Where fun is murder
Where there are no lights
Thou shalt pass no further
Dead.
Your old stomping ground as a babe
Now nothing but a scary myth
Told repeatedly by kids in a feeble
Attempt to scare each other
Yet beauty still remained
In this haunted chapter of your life
Come one come all
As soon as you scream
You feel the cold stint of a blade
Entering your slowly decaying body
As your blood spills out
No one is around, you bleed out
A ghoulish voice whispers
Hot breath laced with whiskey in your ear
Welcome to the funfair
Where the fun, is murder.
r.b
Background Story:
So this whole poem was basically a story in itself. About a guy sitting in a creepy old amusement park/funfair which he used to go to as a child. It's all rotten and decrepit but he came for the memories. Someone stabs him while he's lost in his thoughts and he bleeds out.
This poem has given me a good idea for my next poetry book, I won't reveal anything right now but the poems would be like this one, where they tell a story.
The song isn't really a song it's just creepy funfair music to set the mood and I hope it does exactly that.
Hope none of you get stabbed in a funfair, that'd be pretty awful.
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PoetryFervid Intensely enthusiastic or passionate, especially to an excessive degree. A collection of poetry by me. Each poem has a song + back story to it. I aim to write 1 poem per day from now (11/05/2015) until (11/06/2015) Hope you enjoy. Highest Ran...
