Of Ghouls and Arrows!
A Ghastly Poem on Friendship
Prologue
Ghouls teach us about unity, and even they have bonds of friendship. For Mikeydred's Octoberon and Poppy's Prompt #10 (subbed the dart for an arrow).
👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️🧛♀️👺👁️🗨️👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️🧛♀️👺👁️🗨️👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️
In the poor-lit den where shadows cling,
Fingers poised like arrows, the voices sing.
A chorus of ghouls, voices shriek in the night,
Each soul is a countdown, with tension wound tight.
👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️🧛♀️👺👁️🗨️👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️🧛♀️👺👁️🗨️👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️
“Ready, set, fire!” their announcer declares,
A glint of a bullseye drifts high in the air.
An arrow, a spectre, coursing through dreams,
Chasing the gory, or so it seems.
👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️🧛♀️👺👁️🗨️👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️🧛♀️👺👁️🗨️👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️
The first fighter steps up, a ghost in a plight,
But something stirs softly, just out of sight.
With a flick of the wrist, the dart takes its flight,
And the crowd holds its breath,a shared spark ignites.
👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️🧛♀️👺👁️🗨️👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️🧛♀️👺👁️🗨️👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️
“Thud!” it lands, just outside of the goal,
But concoctions of magic begin to unfold.
The next soul, with a glint in her eye,
Unveils the board’s tales, beneath the night sky.
👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️🧛♀️👺👁️🗨️👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️🧛♀️👺👁️🗨️👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️
“This one’s for fate,” she intones with flair,
Her svelte arrow dances, darting through the air.
It lands in eye’s heart, a perfect embrace,
And the ghouls around her begin to prance and race.
👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️🧛♀️👺👁️🗨️👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️🧛♀️👺👁️🗨️👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️
Round after round, the phantoms all stand,
Speaking incantations, aiming commands.
The eye thrums with stories, of victories and falls,
Of glee and spirits, bouncing off walls.
👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️🧛♀️👺👁️🗨️👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️🧛♀️👺👁️🗨️👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️
As the last round draws near, the tension is dense,
A ghost victor arises, his aim quick and slick.
With a last throw, arrow’s flight divine,
It pierces the darkness, like stars they align.
👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️🧛♀️👺👁️🗨️👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️🧛♀️👺👁️🗨️👻💀👹👾👽👿🧟♂️
But as cheers fade to monotones, a truth is now clear—
In a game played by ghouls, their bonds do appear.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (6)
You did the rhyming so well!
A unique, fun poem, Michelle. Well done!
Super spectacular and love it!!!❤️❤️💕
Everyone can interpret as they like. Tears are flowing in my eyes!
I love love love "Chasing the gory" 😁 I am foggy-headed today, so I read "Each soul is a condom" 😂 I may come back and enjoy it when I don't have a juvenile fit of the giggles
Love this the form and words are wonderful