Spectral Siren of the Night

by NightFlyer   Dec 22, 2012


Up on a hill, I saw a light
In bitter cold December gloom
On frozen roads of windy night
Past avenues of graves and tombs.

I carefully walked, stricken with dread
On rocky paths of ancient years
To byways of the lonely dead
Where midst the trees, they shed their tears.

The winding trail, it took me high
Toward Moose Hill's haunted mystery
I heard a woman's eerie cry
That like thin smoke, flowed down to me.

In misty dark, I made my way
And came upon a thorny hedge
On broken paths, as clear as day,
A stone house on a craggy ledge.

She smiled at me beside her door
With sparkling eyes and scarlet hair
A face that made my fires roar
Voluptuous beyond compare.

She bade me then to come inside
And through that door, I quickly raced
White candles glowed on every side
As flames danced in her fireplace.

This spectral siren of the night
Right next to me, her body thrust
So mesmerizing with delight
It stirred those burning flames of lust.

The fire in her eyes, it gleamed
We kissed and then she gently spoke
But disappeared, 'twas just a dream
And in my bedroom, I awoke.

Next morn, I climbed that steep terrain
In hope I'd find her by her door
A pile of rocks, all that remained
Of some old house from years before.

A weathered gravestone stood nearby
I walked to it and then I saw
An epitaph from years gone by
Its worn words shook me to the core:

"In life, they called me Lizabeth
For years lived on that ledge above
Though turned to dust, conquered by death
My spirit lingers here for love".

by Night Flyer (c) 2012
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  • 10 years ago

    by Angel Tears

    Every line that I read brought new images into my mind. It was vividly written and very powerful. Thank you for sharing!

  • 10 years ago

    by Angel Tears

    Every line that I read brought new images into my mind. It was vividly written and very powerful. Thank you for sharing!

  • 11 years ago

    by Angie

    (Weekly Contest Comment - 12/31/12)

    The title is what first caught my eye and I just had to see what this was all about. As I started to read, each stanza just drew me in deeper and deeper. It definitely reminds me of ancient times, as the one line reads "on rocky paths of ancient years" I get that picture in my head as I read through. The darkness of the sky with dark stone buildings, cold out and you can see your own breath as you walk along the path... Candles, the only source of light back then, makes everything seem so eerie on the inside yet so warm and inviting as well. You can feel the passion and heat. Then in the end it makes you wonder... hhhmmm... was it just a dream or was this a real spiritual encounter, it leaves me wanting you to write a part 2... The flow and rhyme of this write made it read splendidly and seemed to add so much more character to the write , I actually went back and read it a couple of times that's how much it captivated me. I enjoy dark poetry and have not read a good one in a long time until now. A picture well painted Randy, well done (10)

  • 11 years ago

    by Darren

    To me quite simply this is how a poem should be written, there are many people on here who like to write to forms and I have noticed a few who seem to enjoy mixing forms. But this is poetry. It flows beautifully and takes us by the hand leading us through a tale that has imagery leaping from every stanza. The rhyming is unforced which is an art in itself. It is not trying to be clever, it is just powerful in its own right with such an eerie atmosphere. I think Randy has written a masterpiece and I am not going to do it a disservice by tearing it apart stanza by stanza, I just urge anybody reading this comment to read the poem.

  • 11 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    Wow this took my breath away, excellent write

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