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The Darkles

by Jon-Jacob F Deal

Whence come the Darkles, no one knows
But when they slink, they stalk with rows
Of teeth to grind, and rip, and rend
And with a final fling, to send
The matter spattered carelessly in gouts of liquid
Thick and red
The children, nestled safe in beds
Soon lose their stupid, sleepy heads
Their fair and fatted flesh is stripped
And slurped
To keep the Darkles fed
While lamplight floods the chamber more
Although they bar the closet door
It seems that some are simply fated
To have cherub-faces grated
Bloody by the dark, unsated
Feasting of the beasts that maul them
And with taloned fingers, haul them
Bulging-bellied
Deaf and dumb
Back into the crawling Never
Whence the darkling Darkles come.

10/01/2001

Author's Note: Under your bed, it's Halloween all year long.

Posted on 10/01/2001
Copyright © 2024 Jon-Jacob F Deal

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