Poem -

The Darkness of Tinpenny Wold

T'was in the small village
of Tinpenny Wold
a creature is stirring
of centuries old
and every October
on All Hallows' Eve
raised from the darkness
and ready to feed
deep in the dark woods
near Tinpenny Wold
the darkness is swelling
giving birth to 'The Old'
from the darkened depths
through a portal so black
comes an evil so deadly
and ready to attack
he feasts on innocence
devouring flesh, blood and bone
'til the hunger abates
'The Old' can not go home
so feed it must
on child , man or woman
consuming the souls
to feed the hunger within
it knows of no stories
that forever are told
of missing persons
in Tinpenny Wold
it knows only hunger
to kill, feed, to eat
'til 'The Old' now satisfied
returns to it's sleep
back to the darkness
'The Old' does return
to sleep in the dark woods
for another year term
so the stories continue
and the darkness takes hold
of missing persons
in Tinpenny Wold

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Heidi Franze

Dark I love it I have some to write to lol i'm not very good at writing yet i spend a lot of my time of writer's cafe.org i love that sight so i've been on there a lot!! if you check it out it is a really friendly site. They taught me a lot and it's a little community. I go on there to get a lot of opinions! Have to get good on one site and work on the other. I like this site to just have to get back in the grove of it!! Very nice write 

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Andrew East

Thanks.  Glad you liked it.  It's the final piece in a trilogy about my fictional village 'Tinpenny Wold'.  The other 2 are also posted on here - Andy x

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Heidi Franze

I will check them out to i'll add some of mine to! 

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