The End of a Story Yet to be Written


The gates of the graveyard
closed as the four Riders
of Judgement passed within —
close behind their quarry,
the Witch, carrier of Man’s sin —
locking of their own accord.

Doves circled the cemetery
for seven days, denying
egress to the ravens within,
while Wolves and serpents guarded
the gates, ensuring neither Rider
nor Witch should pass.



Filed under Poetry

5 responses to “The End of a Story Yet to be Written

  1. Well, this is different. I enjoyed it, particularly the effect of the dashes in the first stanza.

    • Thank you, yes, different. Ever seen The Song Remains the Same? Led Zeppelin concert film? Came across it flipping channels last night and this floated out…Pretty sure the film was supposed to be watched under the influence of something…and I was not.

  2. Great idea to write the end of the story first. I look forward to the next (first) instalment.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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