[Poetry] Haunted

A Pantoum poem about a haunted railway. Read and find out the unexpected twist in this piece.

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Haunted

On one unusual day in a bizarre place, I came across a track—a road of rails. I innocently trod upon each sleeper, 'till the end I'd trace Then I found myself in front of a graffitied wall—filthy and stale. I came across a track—a road of rails. As I trudged through a place that led nowhere, Then I found myself in front of a graffitied wall—filthy and stale. There's an opening in a cave that might lead somewhere. As I trudged through a place that led nowhere, With heaving breaths and troubled thoughts that I might have lost my track. There's an opening in a cave that might lead to somewhere. I wondered if I would get in or just go back. With heaving breaths and troubled thoughts that I might have lost my track. My curiosity compelled me to enter the opening. I wondered if I would get in or just go back. Before I could decide, something grabbed me as quick as lightning. My curiosity compelled me to enter the opening. It might be dangerous inside, but I had to embark. Before I could decide, something grabbed me as quick as lightning. A loud growl greeted me, then a plethora of red eyes glowed in the dark. It might be dangerous inside, but I had to embark. Breaths heaved into a crescendo of gasps. I wanted to run. A loud growl greeted me, then a plethora of red eyes glowed in the dark. A party began, then came the wraiths, then skeletons, and even headless nuns. Breaths heaved into a crescendo of gasps. I wanted to run. My fear grew when the entrance was closed. A party began, then came the wraiths, then skeletons, and even headless nuns. Then they stared at me, and I felt dozed. My fear grew when the entrance was closed. I wanted to escape, but I seemed glued in place by a spell. Then they stared at me, and I felt dozed. I will be their glorious offering to the lord of hell. I wanted to escape, but I seemed glued in place by a spell. Wraiths chanted in bliss and it echoed across the hall. I will be their glorious offering to the lord of hell. I was laid on a huge altar while I screamed the loudest bawl. Wraiths chanted in bliss and it echoed across the hall. Then came the horned being just directly above where I lie I was laid on a huge altar while I screamed the loudest bawl. I realized it was just a nightmare as I struggled to open my eyes. The came the horned being just directly above where I lie Will this be the day that I'm going to die? I realized it was just a nightmare as I struggled to open my eyes. I was finally awake, panting, and I could only sigh. Will this be the day that I'm going to die? In this filthy, secluded, and abandoned place I was finally awake, panting, and I could only sigh With a tremendous horror on my sweat-drenched face. In this nasty, secluded, and abandoned place I came across a track—a road of rails. With a tremendous horror on my sweat-drenched face. I found myself in front of a graffitied wall—filthy and stale.

Written for: "April 12 Poem--The unexpected..."   in "Dew Drop Inn" , "Spirits at Lighthouses Contest" , and "The Whatever Contest -- Closes Oct. 2" 

Prompt for "Dew Drop Inn" : The unexpected…

Prompt for "Spirits at Lighthouses Contest" :


Prompt for "The Whatever Contest -- Closes Oct. 2" : Find a form of poetry you've never written before and both describe it and write an example.
Form Chosen: Pantoum
Poetic Form Details:

The pantoum is a poetic form originating in Malay where poets write quatrains (4-line stanzas) with an abab rhyme scheme and repeat lines 2 and 4 in the previous stanza as lines 1 and 3 in the next stanza. Poets differ on how to treat the final quatrain: Some poets repeat lines 1 and 3 of the original quatrain as lines 2 and 4 in the final quatrain; other poets invert lines 1 and 3 so that the beginning line of the poem is also the final line of the poem.

For the purpose of following the rules of "The Whatever Contest -- Closes Oct. 2" :

Prompt: Find a form of poetry you've never written before and both describe it and write an example.
Written for "The Whatever Contest."  "The Whatever Contest -- Closes Oct. 2" 
Word/Line Count:
52 lines | 549 words | 2,922 characters
04/12/2022 12:46am EDT