A Cow’s Nightmare

Quietly standing along the fence at twilight
The setting sun casts yellow flames silently down
They silently watch as the cars disappear out of sight
Days are spent grazing in fields of green clover
Content in hopes of more lazy days ahead
Clumsily they lay down and sometimes roll over
No worries, no cares, living completely unaware
As something wicked and evil this way comes
They think not even a thought of what to wear
But some know that cows are haunted by a dream
Visions of demons hysterically waving gleaming steel
The cows search idly for what it all might mean
Warnings are unheeded as All Hallow’s Eve approaches
A feeling of dread covers the land in wicked whispers
Upon the heavy mists malevolence slowly encroaches
Bipeds in startling white coats walk out of the dark
Staring evilly into the cows eyes revealing a glimmer
A crashing boom rings into the night sending sparks
They feel a thud and everything goes suddenly black
Falling to the ground in the final throes of death
Warm blood flows from the humans’ frenzied hacks
Revelations in dreams for cows come early and then too late
A grisly fate is upon them and their end has come
And they are now only steaks and cheeseburgers upon a plate

~Mark Schutter ©2014

A Cow's NightmareA little bit horrific and humorous in honor of Halloween being only a week away, as even cows can have nightmares of evil things! 🙂 This is also a link up to Hastywords for her 31 Days of Horror! And my 24th poem for the month of October, #OctPoWriMo!

A Beautiful Dance

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It was a beautiful song,
that unexpectedly came along.

A jagged knife in his heart;
is where the end all starts.
The ache inside lingers still;
death is life’s toughest pill.
He willingly drank the warm nectar;
as demons laughed at the specter.
Seeing her lay so still and ashen white;
no breath and eyes void of sight.
Evil giggles and celebrates;
thinking it’s won this round of fate.
He stares in silent misery,
wondering if he, she is able to see.
The razor fangs of fate sunk deep;
taking what he held but could not keep.
Remains the memories of days;
two tortured souls, one could not stay.

It was a beautiful dance,
that all happened by chance.

~Mark Schutter ©2014

(Poem #10 of 31 for #OctPoWriMo, prompted by the song Bones by MSMR posted by Hastywords on The Reverie. )