The Midnight Mass
written by: Courtney Glover
As she walks, wandering, late at night, through the
tall, green grass…
She hears the voices. The whispers from souls that
have long since passed.
As she listens, observantly, to the distant sounds of
chanting, intoning.
The words, peculiar. Unsure of their meaning, yet she,
undeniably knowing.
The whole world is off kilter, with its fragile axis,
everything slightly askewed.
The hanged man watches from his gilded cage. For
he has a front row view.
As the scarecrow climbs down, down from his
rickety, lofty perch…
To join in the chorus of those at the abandoned and
derelict church.
A midnight mass of all the lost souls, new and old,
those undearly departed.
The scarecrow stands atop the rotted pulpit. His
words, with malice, imparted.
As the moonlight filters through a rotten and
dilapidated roof, like a broken halo of silvery gold.
To shine upon a congregation of iniquitous,
malignant vestiges and abhorrently corrupted souls.
A midnight mass was held by the scarecrow and his
demon spawns, a greater evil never seen.
A town of unsuspecting folks facing such a terror,
from those with no souls. A nightmarish dream.
As the hanged man watched in utter horror from his
vantage spot, a prison of his own making.
The girl, in the tall grass, quietly watching the unholy
sermon, her heart irrevocably breaking.
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