The Devil's Gauntlet, poem by Ken Allan Dronsfield at

The Devil’s Gauntlet

The Devil’s Gauntlet

written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield



Whatever forces upon the season,
perhaps tis you that are the reason,
the man of dark shadowed pallor
limps down a dark lane to the cellar.

With help of an old-burled cane,
with such an unequivocal refrain.
The wispy glow of twilight’s dawn
bears witness to the shuffling pawn.

A gauntlet fell from quivering hands
landing on the floor in muck and sands.
Grasping it tight, I watched rainbows fly
as the lights echoed in a brackish sky.

Blink once for yes and twice for no;
thrice then whisper behind a shadow.
Tears fall as your ears throb and bleed
in a vermillion hue, righteous of deed.

The soft muffled steps are unheard
during incantations of deedless words.
Mesmerizing twilight steals my gaze
as lonely crows flutter in a stellar haze.

Waltz round the fire on all hallows eve
stands there watching; then a scream
there, now appears the loathsome devil
we whisper softly, “I will fear no evil.”

Ken Allan Dronsfield

Ken Allan Dronsfield

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, prize winning poet and fabulist from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. He is a proud member of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire. Ken has three poetry collections, "The Cellaring", "A Taint of Pity", and "Zephyr's Whisper". Ken was selected as the First Prize Winner in Realistic Poetry International 2018 and 2019 Nature Poetry Contests. He was recently selected as Poet of the Month for Spillwords Press. He's been nominated three times the Pushcart Prize and six times for Best of the Net. Ken loves writing, hiking, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.
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