Stage Coach Of Fear Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

Stage Coach Of Fear



The Headless Coach came on its way,
It came by night and not by day,
It traveled quick and it traveled fast,
On reaching my door, I paused and passed.

I did not dare to look it face to face,
So it went on with it's galloping pace.
That clanging sound continued on,
Soon it was o'er and then it was gone.

It was the phantom of the deepest dark.
But, as the light comes with the risen lark,
So does day change to dusk and on tonight,
Again, I await that headless, hideous, ghastly sight.

The clock strikes twelve - the midnight hour -
When Vampires are in search of prey to devour.
While I alone, in dread with my fear,
That eerie, headless carriage, year after year.

One day I will face my fears, I know
And when I do, that coach will have to go.
Go it will, I pledge, and disappear from sight,
Then I will have won the conflict of the night.

Sleep will be mine; I will claim it in the end
As fear has never engaged me as a true friend.
Peace will come and it will be mine,
Freedom from all that is not real or genuine.

Mai Venn

Friday, April 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fear,freedom
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 08 April 2016

A wonderful sonnet, Mai. Thanks for sharing with us

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