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All Hallows Eve
His horse was black as onyx
His eyes were as cold as steel
His gait was like violent thunder
His breaths were deathly chilled
The rider, dark and fearsome
with a cloak that whipped abound
through the hollow, one could hear him
breaking dust and sound
Pure Evil! they would scream”
He’s headless, don’t you see?”
‘Twixt hanging moss and branches
Waiting there for all of thee.
Ere, the Hessian Trooper died one day
in a battle of Tarry Town
And since his head was blown away
He still searches all around.
And in the hollow’s deafening quiet
the gallop can be heard
of the rider racing fearfully
not a soul would be spared.
Faster than the speed of wind
and even more dreadful to see
the headless horseman made his rounds
on darkened hallows eve.
As he lifted his shining sword
its blade gleamed sharp and bright
and with one flip of his wrist
the headless horseman claimed his prize.
So if you’re searching for some quiet
or a novel get-away
Please, don’t go to Tarry Town
or the Horseman may seal your fate.
All Hallows Eve
by CABL – used with permission
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Jeremiah’s Greed
Into the depths of a bottomless pit, he traveled deep into the hardened earth’s core; seemingly heading into total blackness – only a flickering candle to lead his way. Slowly, fading further and further… a journey by humanly faith alone. Not knowing where his dissension would end; peering cautiously as he made his path, picking at moist, dark edges of clay and soil, he was compelled to dig deeper and stronger searching his pocket for the map… a map from Satan.
Wherefore came this small directive scroll; entered into Jeremiah’s liquor store, handed personally to him by a minion in facadeand Jeremiah’s lusting greed prompted himself to his unbeknownst pitfall.
‘In a canyon, dark and deep,’ said the false minion, lies monumental treasure you seek…’ the minion paused, ‘here’s a map ~ don’t lose your way.’
Smirking evil exited the liquor store and vanished. Jeremiah smiled his devilish grin…’I'm leaving early today,’ he chuckled, ‘I’ve an excursion to go on.’
So, now in Satan’s valley of death-seeking souls, Jeremiah ventured in…map in hand; candles, matches and unsurpassable desire to obtain the riches.
‘I’ll get my fortune…’ he smirked, ‘and to hell with everyone else…’
Jeremiah stopped hacking away at the earth wiping salty droplets of sweat from his forehead. His hands soiled from earthen dirt; his face now muddied but white from his darkened, glazed eyes that shone like pearls in the darkness. He had one goal in mind: to find the forgotten treasure.
As he breathed in damp, murky air, he recalled his mottled past…’Jeremiah, please don’t…’ Words screaming in his mind like a torrent of waterfalls. Kelly, the girl of his dreams…she didn’t want Jeremiah…she didn’t even know him….But, Jeremiah watched her every move…every day. Like a stalker in the night. Calculating each moment to when he would finally have her.
Blinking swollen lids, he took out his pick and began to dig into stone hardened walls of his tunnel he had manifested thru his constant burrowing. Hotter…intense…humid…no space to breath. Jeremiah kept in pace to satisfy his compulsive appetite for wealth.
Getting tired now, he etched a spot for himself to sit upon. Closing his eyes, he yawned in his ill-fated attempt to stay awake. Silently, he drifted off to sleep. Then the nightmares began….Again, horrific images plagued his temporary coma.
There she was, the desire of his affliction: Kelly. Standing half-clad at her doorway…only wrapped in a scant towel and turban upon her head.
‘Who are you?’ she asked.
‘Uh…uh..Je…Je..Jeremiah…’ he nervously replied with a stutter.
He wanted her so badly…his hunger pulsated throughout his body. Without hesitation, he forced his way into her abode. He couldn’t help himself. She screamed bloody murder. He struck her over and over again until her body lay lifeless across the foyer. He ran. He ran ’til he could run no more. Sirens…’mmmm…I didn’t do it!’ he yelled, waking from his nightmare.
Smacking his lips together, he held his head in his hands…Jeremiah had no remorse. He simply wanted freedom from his guilt. He began digging again. Slower, this time. He mumbled, ‘Where the hell is this treasure?’
‘Shhhh…’ said a voice from beneath the cloak of darkness. ‘You’re almost there,’ it whispered again.
Jeremiah’s eyes wide with anticipation, adrenaline pumping, poised himself and quickly drew his fist back in defense.
‘Who’s there?!’ he queried nervously.
‘Me…in the store, I gave you the map,’ it replied.
Confused, he peered around the black walls, searching out the voice. Nowhere. Nothing. ‘Must be my imagination,’ he said to himself.
Just then, an angel appeared before him. She looked oddly familiar…like someone he knew. Tears rolled down her saddened face…sorrow filled her eyes…her glowing, blue eyes. Long, blond, wavy hair flowed behind her like a trellis…Who was she and what did she want? Jeremiah fixated on the lovely creature, dropped his pick and walked toward her.
Ominously, he starred at her – deep, mahogany eyes piercing the lovely creature’s soul like a dagger.
Jeremiah squinted as he approached her. She lifted her oval face toward a shimmering fountain of light that shone upon her.
It was there, in that instant, Jeremiah saw what he feared true. She shook her head as in repulse…glaring back now, into Jeremiah’s dark spirited eyes. Suddenly, a loud crash! Rods of lightening cascaded thru Jeremiah’s tunnel in multitudes….punching all around where he stood…dirt flying like speeding bullets!
Silence…like dead of night in a hidden cemetery. No more was the angel of light to be found…mysteriously evaporated as mysteriously she had appeared.
‘No,’ he reassured himself. Now, speaking loudly, ‘it couldn’t have been…sh..she’s dead!’ He crouched down upon the dark earth … in a fetal position, rocking back and forth in hysteria; still clenching one fist and the pick in his free hand
‘Why do you fear?’ asked a voice.
Jeremiah shifted his neck slightly to his side. ‘OH MY GOD!’ he screeched like a whimpering child.
There, lurking over his shoulder was evil, itself; spewing larvae from its boiling, rotting mouth, winking at Jeremiah with his nasty grin…grinding his scissor teeth with anticipation.
‘Did you really think you would find treasure here?’ the misshapen form of man-ass questioned Jeremiah.
Jeremiah snatched his pick-axe to his side, trembling with fear. He quickly arose to his feet, clawing and grabbing at now, loosened earth above his head: ‘Got to get out of here,’ he cried to himself. As he desperately scratched the cold, damp surface, soil fell upon him like a tidal wave of ebony. Heavier and harder it poured upon his exhausted body.
The man-ass creature watched with pleasure as every inch of Jeremiah’s figure was slowly being devoured.
‘Help me…’ Jeremiah scrambled his hands from the mountain of dirt, ‘please don’t…’
‘Don’t what?’ grinned the evil mass of hate, ‘don’t let you die?’ it smirked.
Jeremiah rose his head towards dim light from way above his darkened tunnel searching for…mercy. Shutting his eyelids, memories came flooding like explosions of an apocalyptic volcano. He remembered fine details of impeding horror that he had inflicted on a young girl…a beautiful blond he had wanted for so long. How he’d beaten her to a pulp and left her…lying in her own crimson wetness…spilled upon her shiny foyer like a red-ink pen explosion. How he’d cowardly ran from the massacre….never admitting fault and carrying on his normal life.
Taking deep, long breaths, Jeremiah started losing consciousness…slowly being consumed by his own doom. Realizing, the angelical form he had seen earlier was Kelly back for revenge….back from earthen grave to reclaim his soul for what he had done. She also had watched him, preyed on him like a stalker in death…calculating his movements, figuring his personality… and knowing Jeremiah for the greedy psychopath he was…her spirit would not rest…in peace. For he was living a lie. She had given her own soul to Satan to see him brought to his knees…to see him squirm and writhe like a worm on a hook, begging for mercy as she had once done.
Laughter….thunderous laughter broke from the evil creature’s repugnant lips. Now he had two souls in his clutches.
Jeremiah gasped, choking on the black soil he had dug; covering him like a cloak. A final breath…death, he became.
The dark tunnel he had created no longer was as molten earth swallowed all traces of its existence; only leaving a scroll of paper with an ‘X’ marking the lost treasure.
Jeremiah’s Greed by CABL
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