Heavy Steps on Cobbled Stone

by Dusty Grein

As heavy steps echo on wet cobbled stone,
the townsfolk slam shutters, to keep out the night.
The monster strides boldly. The darkness he owns
as heavy steps echo on wet cobbled stone.
Huge seeds of raw terror, in hearts he has sown;
the bravest of men now sit huddled in fright.
His heavy steps echo on wet cobbled stone,
while townsfolk slam shutters to keep out the night.

The townsfolk slam shutters to keep out the night
as through watery moonlight a dark figure steals,
hunting in the darkness, eyes blazing with light.
The townsfolk slam shutters to keep out the night
while church bells are ringing, somewhere out of sight.
Unaging, the predator seeks its next meal,
as the townsfolk slam shutters to keep out the night;
Through watery moonlight a dark figure steals.

Through watery moonlight the dark figure steals,
now scanning for victims, intent on the kill.
Perhaps an old whore, busy making a deal,
in watery moonlight where a dark figure steals.
Maybe a young sailor will drunkenly reel,
then blood will, in ebony torrents, be spilled!
Through watery moonlight a dark figure steals,
slyly scanning for victims, intent on the kill.

Still scanning for victims, intent on the kill
as heavy steps echoed on wet cobbled stone.
With hypnotic eyes and an iron-like will,
he’s scanning for victims, intent on the kill;
before the dawn’s light, he’ll have taken his fill.
His night is spent eating, all pity unknown,
and scanning for victims, intent on the kill
as heavy steps echo on wet cobbled stone.

Dusty Grein is the Director of Production and Design and a Managing Editor for RhetAskew Publishing. He is also a novelist, ACP accredited poet, and regular writer for the Society of Classical Poets website. Some of his favorite messages can also be found on his personal blog, From Grandpa’s Heart…