Gothic Poem

A Poor Fellow

Once there was a gloomy fellow,                                                                                                                                   his cries sounded like a broken cellow.                                                                                                                       He just killed his mother,                                                                                                                                                   and he soon realized what he had done.

His clothes damped with his mother's blood,                                                                                                           he ran outside onto the wet mud.                                                                                                                                 He started digging and digging,                                                                                                                                     the poor fellow's mind had broken and he soon started giggling.

Soon before the accident,                                                                                                                                                 he and his mother had fought.                                                                                                                                         He had slapped his mother and liked it,                                                                                                                     then he grabbed a knife and slit his poor mother's throat.

Now his clothes are dirty,                                                                                                                                                 he went inside to bring out the body.                                                                                                                           But what he saw scared him,                                                                                                                                           his mother's body gone from the floor.

He heard his mother's voice calling him,                                                                                                                   "why did you do this to me Jim?".                                                                                                                                  Jim tried to look for his mother but...                                                                                                                         a pair of hands in red grabbed him and dragged poor Jim outside into the grave he had dugged.

He screamed but all was silent,                                                                                                                                       the red hands that pulled him were violent.                                                                                                             Poor Jim was now underground,                                                                                                                                   he couldn't get up or make a sound.

Jim woke up and realized it was all a bad dream,                                                                                                   he looked around and started to scream.                                                                                                                   Jim was wearing a stray jacket and was in a white room with a man,                                                         the man told Jim that it wasn't a dream and he did kill his mother.

Jim started to cry and cry,                                                                                                                                                 the man who had red hands said good bye and left.                                                                                             But as the man started walking,                                                                                                                                     he soon started smirking.

The End

Authors Note

This is my first Gothic poem but I do hope you enjoyed it

and if you ask why was the man smirking well when Jim got dragged by red hands the man also had red hands so I was making the man "Satan" because after Jim did something bad the Hands were dragging him towards the grave where he was down below like "Hell" so ya I don't think that makes sense but I hope you enjoy it