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== The Creature == |
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'''"The Creature"''' is a gothic horror folklore poem by American writer Ryan Handshue. First published to the Lulu.com bookstore in November of 2024, it was well received by the community. The poem follows an old man that tells a story of a mysterious creature that tormented his home town. |
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== Synopsis == |
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An unknown narrator recalls a story that was told by the old Mr. Billingswall when he was just a little boy on "old winter nights." The story was of a grotesque creature that tormented the hills and plains around the town. When writer, Mac Jolk who journeyed to the town to write about the creature, only to dissapear and be killed at the hands of the creature. When the narrator becomes older, he wonders whether the story - and Billingswall - were ever real. This poem is a perfect exploration of the blur of reality and myth and the great powers of storytelling. |
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== The Poem == |
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Through the misty hills and ominous plains |
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A creature rules over everything |
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A hideous beast the world does not know |
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Silently stalking its prey down below |
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It raids the houses of those who sing |
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And whose children cry at night |
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But I, have found it’s past untold |
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By all except Mr. Billingswall |
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He was a man of great age |
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Knowledgeable of everything |
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He could talk and talk for hours on |
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Of the creature that destroyed his home |
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When he was just a boy |
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He would always start on those old winter nights |
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By turning off the lights |
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And turning to his winter rocking chair |
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Sitting down without a care |
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He told of how the creature moved |
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Of how the creature thought |
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Prowling through that winter night |
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It saw the lights of the town below |
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And descended like a bird of prey |
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Upon the good citizens of Lake Bay |
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The creature was a great big thing |
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With long hair and a wicked grin |
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Its teeth were sharp and it had twisted claws |
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It snarled and growled a wicked song |
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Its tusks were curved above its lips |
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Two twisted pieces of terror for those |
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Who wrote about him in a sorrow prose |
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For he and only he alone knew about the poetry wrote |
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By men who believed the legends galore and |
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Hoped to seek him out |
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These same men they disappeared forever and for always |
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For they had fallen to the beast, the wicked creature’s tusks |
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On that night when the beast descended |
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On that sleeping town |
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There was a writer by the name of Mac Jolk and he was famous around |
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And Mr. Jolk was in my house and he was writing down |
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Ideas for his poem about this creature and how, |
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The creature hated Mac, he did not like his work |
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For Mac had journeyed up the hills his notebook in hand |
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Hoping to meet the infamous creature famous throughout the lands |
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When Mac had come, the creature was forced to hide |
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For Mac had brought dozens of men journeying by his side |
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They had pitchforks and lanterns and flames that licked the sky |
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As they hunted for the creature like they had so many other times |
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That night when Mac wrote, the creature began his revolt. |
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It descended down upon the town |
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Causing damage all around |
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The creature did not care about a thing |
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It just wanted revenge from the people that sought to hurt it |
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When it reached the home of Mr. Billingswall |
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It ripped the door and caused terror throughout |
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When it was done, the only one spared was Billingswall |
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And he saw the creature as it left |
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It had piercing yellow eyes |
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A great grin |
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And it left with Mac over its shoulder |
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Mr. Billingswall would eventually leave in despair |
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And the town would be forgotten |
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For all time |
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When he finished, he had a tired look in his eye |
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He let out a heavy sigh |
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He always finished by letting us know |
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That nights when the stars didn’t glow |
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You might be able to hear |
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The soft cry from the creature up there |
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Or when it was a cold night |
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The creature’s yellow eyes might burn |
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Into your window when it is your turn |
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When I was young |
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I wondered if Billingswall told an olde wives tale |
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But now I’m wise |
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And I understand |
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There was no man named Mr. Billingswall |
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