I awoke on a warm day in May
the sun was rising, up on high
my spirit lost in a numbing low.
Not truly caring to live or die.
Worthless day fades away
rocky crags on Loch Broom.
By a cave along the shore
a horned wraith is at home.
Searching all about the mount,
as I crept, my heart grew cold.
He appears with eyes of yellow
whispering, “penny for your soul”.
With pious angst I nervously grin,
the beast smirks and his eye color
changes to a bright reddish hatred;
sky rumbles, clouds part, winds blow.
A flash of light, belief shattered;
the beast now gone, into a swirl of
heaven above, and a voice echo’s,
in baritone, “Penny for your Soul”.
© Ken Allan Dronsfield
Excerpt from the book “The Cellaring”
About the Author
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet and author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cats Merlin and Willa.
He is the co-editor of the poetry anthology titled, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze available at Amazon.com. His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print.
Visit Ken’s Author Page At: www.ctupublishinggroup.com/ken-allan-dronsfield.html