Clicks Poem by Ted L Glines

Clicks
by Ted L Glines

Damn those brats with their toy clickers
mocking my fright - giggles and snickers
they would not laugh nor long abide
if they met the reason why I hide.

It all began in a seacoast village
wracked by mist and toxic spillage
when something moved down deep in the ground
where naught but worms should dare abound
and the sound of chanting thrummed the night
only abating in the dawning light
and deep in the shadows where the death-clock ticks
just out of sight - the sound of clicks
clicking of claws never seen on earth
wielded by something of alien birth
hunting the night for fearful food
and spawning its own young awful brood.

Many's the night I shivered in bed
while close outside something ghastly fed
screams were silenced - crunching and ripping
my mind's eye saw its fangs all dripping
and I knew the coming of cold grey dawn
would reveal someone else disappeared and gone.

I rue the night when I uttered the spell
which invited in this Thing to dwell
for it follows me now I know full well
that there is no hope - no one to tell.

I managed to flee from there to here
but the chanting follows and I live in fear
and I cringe at the sound that I know too well
the greeting clicks of this spawn from hell.

Damn those brats with their toy clickers
mocking my fright with giggles and snickers
they will not laugh nor long abide
when they meet the reason why I hide.