September Book Review- The Cottingley Secret
August 29, 2018
May 12, 2018
Danielle Van Alst
By: Danielle Van Alst
Tonight the cold rain is falling,
falling like an echo to my tears
as the grim darkness comes calling
reciting a chant that only I can hear.
I feel my heart pounding
to the swift rhythm of the rain,
and I hear the thunder crashing
with every brutal throb of pain.
The blood pulses wildly though my veins
like this raging midnight storm
yearning to escape the constant strain
to flow free, red, and warm.
I sit and stare upon the horrid clock
that moves too fast or much too slow
its vile tempo beats harsh and low.
It’s not just the wicked clock I hear,
but sharp whispers in the wind
hissing words that fall upon my ear
telling me that I have sinned.
These strange voices swirl inside my head
encroaching like a plague upon my brain,
repeating something’s dead, something’s dead, something’s dead
in a loathsome sad refrain.
“But, what is dead?” I ask
for I do not comprehend
“what is it that this fog does mask,
what queer message do you send?”
Then suddenly the voices ceased,
and heavy silence filled the air.
I sat there in the quiet peace
that had proved so sweet and rare.
Then like a violent crashing wave,
pictures flowed into my brain
flooding it like a watery grave
filled with terror, fear and pain.
Images flashed rapidly before my eyes
flickering with scenes of blood and gore,
visions of death too savage to disguise
that shook my very core.
Who are these figures that I see?
One so small, timid, meek, and shy
the other lost in misery
are none other than my son and I.
Is this all but a dream?
A wretched nightmare that I’ve spun…
perhaps all is not as it may seem
“oh Lord, what have I done!”
It has all become so clear
this gruesome truth that I now know
crying, shaking, aching with wild fear
I fall upon my knees and scream “no, no, no!”
I wail and rock upon the floor
thrashing, scratching, clawing at my skin
praying to put things back as they were before,
wishing to undo my wretched sin.
Nurses hurriedly rushed through the door
and restrained me to the bed.
The soul I took shall breathe no more
for I cannot wake the dead.
They pity me and my shattered mind
as they look upon me with such sadness.
Trapped within these ties that bind,
I have fallen off the edge of madness.
The nurses slowly leave the room
now, I was once again alone
left to ponder my impending doom
for the dye was cast and known.
I lay here in this dark and sterile cage
my eyes transfixed upon the clock
listening to times vengeful rage
The cold grey walls are closing in,
there is a heavy weight upon my chest
as vivid memories swirl and spin
and these tangled thoughts won’t let me rest.
The rain still pelts against my window pane-
the wind still howls and screams,
matched only by the noise within my brain
and the storm that haunts my dreams.
This vile sickness flares out of control
and my weary heart is wrought with sadness
tonight, the demons found my soul
for I have fallen, fallen off the edge of madness.