The Evening Unexplained

The Evening Unexplained prose poem

This is an account of an incident unexplained,
Many say to a phenomenon supernatural it pertained.
For no one can answer what happened that evening,
When it was dark and the moon was barely shining.
A loud cry had resonated from the south,
A cry that cannot emanate from any mortal mouth.
A vile, eerie, dark and chilling cry,
That drained our blood and left our mouth dry.
We shuddered in fear, thinking of the terrible,
We had never heard anything this horrible.
Our minds drifted to that hilltop house,
Which was deserted, except for maybe a mouse.
Beware of that house, our elders had said,
The notorious name of the house was widespread.
They said a man murdered his wife there,
Because with another man she had an affair.
Her spirits are said to be lurking around,
And this cry was assumed to be their sound.
Later a beggar said he saw,
A man with fingers as a lion’s claw,
Proceed in that unholy direction,
And enter the wicked mansion.
When did this happen? We asked,
Around the time of the cry he replied aghast.
He then said what chilled our spine,
So much that we couldn’t sleep or dine.
He said he saw the man walk out of the house,
With a woman clad in white skirt and blouse.
He said he remembered well and fair,
That they disappeared within moments into thin air.
While the ingenuity of this account is till today questioned,
By every citizen of this town to newcomers it’s mentioned.
Whatever it was, it was beyond comprehension,
Maybe something from another dimension.
No one knows what actually happened that evening,
When it was dark and the moon was barely shining.

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