James Peters


Night Ride - Poem by James Peters

Stopped within a pool of light
From a gibbous moon that shone
A young man sat astride his bike
Frightened to go on
Below him stretched Haresfinch Brow
And beyond was Merton Bank
A place of fear and evil
Petrified and rank
His blood ran cold, within his veins
Uncertain what to do
To cross the bank, or go around
Could he make it through?
The Bank in daylight posed no threat
And people wandered on
But no one ever took the road
Once twilight’s glow had gone
He steeled himself and thought that if
He shot down Haresfinch Brow
And gathered up enough good speed
He’d cross the Bank somehow
He reached the road across the Bank
At the bottom of the Brow
His speed was good his mood was high
But the danger started now

His legs where pumping on the crank
He kept his head down low
But from the corner of his eye
He saw a spectral glow
It seemed to float above the ground
Its headless body pale
And no one who had seen it
Had lived to tell the tale
Jamie slowed involuntarily
As he saw it split apart
And felt it’s bony fingers
Tightening on his heart
Something brushed against him
And something tugged his hair
He smelled the others coming
In clouds of putrid air
The things where all around him
As he peddled for his life
With gasping breath he whispered
A farewell to his wife

Although his speed was falling
His momentum almost gone
Jamie’s will was steadfast
So still he peddled on
He felt the creatures jostling
Trying to be first
To spill the blood of Jamie
And slate their evil thirst
The rain came in a torrent
With no warning spots at all
And galvanized poor Jamie
Into one more desperate haul
In headlong desperation
He made one final spurt
To end his dash through Merton Bank
And escape the things that lurked

He burst forth from the darkness
Into a ring of light
Shone down from up above him
From a rusty old street light
The creatures all around him
Skulked back into the night
While Jamie fell exhausted
Safe within the light
He lay for five long minutes
Recovering from his ride
Muscles weak and aching
Fear knotted deep inside
That very day some workmen
Had fixed the rusty light
And fortune smiled on Jamie
On his demon ride that night


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 8, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 22, 2010


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