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A gothic poem about a possessed cat, wrecking havoc on a family. |
In the dead of night, a feline’s cry Echoes through the halls, piercing the sky The family sleeps, unaware of the beast That now roams freely, a dark and evil feast Its eyes are red, its fur jet black A demonic creature, on its back It carries a curse, a wicked spell A possession of sorts, straight from hell The cat prowls the rooms, its claws sharp Scratching at doors, leaving marks It hisses and growls, baring its teeth A warning to all, of what it will reap The family awakens, to their great surprise As they hear the cat’s haunting cries It creeps closer, with each passing hour A malevolent force, devoid of all power The children huddle, under their beds The parents stand guard, with fear and dread But the cat is too strong, too powerful to bind It dominates their home, their peace of mind The clock strikes twelve, and all goes still The cat disappears, as if by will The family breathes a sigh, of great relief But they do not know, of their impending grief For the next night comes, and the cat returns With a vengeance, and with lessons to learn It tears apart furniture, and breaks down doors Leaving the family, with nothing but chores The cat is a demon, a devil in flesh A force to be reckoned with, a curse to be blessed It brings with it, a darkness so deep That the family can only watch, and weep Days turn to weeks, and the cat remains A constant threat, that never wanes The family is broken, their home in shambles Their lives forever changed, by this demonic gamble But one night, the father awakens with a start A vision in his head, a chance to depart He seeks out a priest, to rid them of the beast To cleanse their home, and bring them peace The priest arrives, with holy water in hand He prays and chants, to make a stand The cat hisses and growls, but the priest remains strong A battle of wills, that will last all night long The cat fights hard, but in the end The priest wins, and the demon descends Back to the depths, from where it came Leaving the family, with nothing but shame Their home is in ruins, their lives in tatters But they are grateful, for what truly matters Their souls are saved, from the demon’s grasp And for that, they are willing to clasp Their hands together, and pray for forgiveness For all the times, they lived in blindness To the evil that lurks, in the shadows of night And to the power of faith, that brings forth light. In the end, they are reunited With their home, and with each other, they're delighted They rebuild their lives, and start anew A family reborn, with a love that is true. |