The Demon at Carver’s Creek


I walked the path of darkness

Down along Carver’s Creek

The smell of blood was in the air

And murder it did reek.

The cold damp ground was steamy

A thick fog filled an eerie night

The full moon howled black magic

And ahead of me gleams a knife.

It was covered in blood and stuck in mud

The bright red was fresh and sticky

Off to the right in the dark moonlight

Lay a townie we called Mickey.

The old dog cut up hastily

Stabbed 9 times had no hand

Jaw was tattered head been splattered

The body dumped on to the sand.

Mickey was the gambling type

He played the odds to the hilt

I reckon he was a late payee

And got waged to an ended tilt.

I thought about his wife and family

The words Sheriff Brown had to say

Twigs started snappin’ heart was clappin’

A cold murderer still at bay.

I jerked from fright this foggy night

When the noises came from the trees

I looked over to see who is spyin’ me

A large creature stood silently.

Black and hairy with eyes like a wolf

And a mouth that drools burning spit

Out of the flash hissed an ugly laugh

Standing in fire the Fiend just lit.

I tried to run but feet don’t move

And though it really seems

Satin is comin’ towards me

So glad this all’s a dream.

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  1. #1 by Jessica Brant on May 11, 2011 - 9:49 pm

    BC,
    Yeh me too!!!!! I am at starting to wonder..
    Very eerie poem.
    xoxo
    Jessica

    • #2 by charlie nitric on May 11, 2011 - 9:58 pm

      Hi Jessica –

      I am wondering also!!! Thank you for reading and commenting. 🙂

  2. #3 by Jessica Mokrzycki on May 12, 2011 - 8:04 am

    That would be one blood chilling dream! Very eerie…I loved the imagery though 🙂

    • #4 by charlie nitric on May 12, 2011 - 8:12 am

      Hi Jessica –

      I don’t usually like writing about such horrible things but this poem is actually a part of one of the hundreds of works that are no longer with me. Lost to the ages in a move or computer crashes. I recalled a few lines in my mind and ran with the new and inspired rest. The morale to the poem; it’s only a nightmare dream. Nothing more and nothing is ever as bad as it seems. Thank you for commenting. 🙂

  3. #5 by tattoodevil13 on August 1, 2011 - 2:30 pm

    Wow Charlie there’s a lot more to u than comedy. I don’t generally like poetry but I loved this. I love dark tales & stories. The way u described the physical state of the man, I could just see him lying there a bloody mess. loved the pictures you used to all added to it’s eerie atmosphere.
    Brilliant, if you can make me like poetry your doing an awesome job ur No1 fan xx

    • #6 by charlie nitric on August 3, 2011 - 12:24 pm

      Hi Quinn –

      Poetry is something I mess around with from time to time. I’m very glad you enjoy it and always happy when you come by to read me. Thank you so much for that. 🙂

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