My Foray into Classic Horror Poetry

Dy'rs Prey'r

by J.W. Arthur

Whilst I shut mine eyes, I sense its icy stare,

this unseen thing which awaits a last drawn breath—patient, inexorable.

Lo, it doth lurk in the darkness ‘round this bedside,

its movements do so unnerve mine very soul,

sower of dread and fear that relisheth its undeclared presence.

Begone, I pray thee—a tidal wave of fear engulfeth me.

Trouble me not, I beseech ye—prey'r of mortal fright.

© 2024 by J.W. Arthur. All rights reserved.

In Memory of Edgar Allan Poe and H.P. Lovecraft, whose profound impact on the horror genre continues to inspire.