My mind astir, I lie awake,
no way to make this fever break
that comes with fear "it" will return,
most cursed beast I cannot spurn,
nor kill with cross or wooden stake.
At every creaking step I quake;
each passing shadow makes me shake.
My innards with each new fright churn,
my mind astir.
This is no dream, make no mistake;
no sleep is mine, I lie awake
as for an opiate I yearn,
while fevers through my body burn.
The beast lurks near; I twist and turn,
my mind astir.
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Author Notes
cursed is spoken with two syllables in this poem, which is, I promise one and all, my final scary poem of the season. Happy Halloween!!!
The rondeau is a 15 line poem in 3 verses. The first verse has 8 syllables in each line and has a rhyme scheme of AABBA. The second verse has 3 lines of 8 syllables with a rhyme scheme of AAB followed by a 4 syllable refrain taken from the first words of verse 1. Verse 2 has 5 lines of 8 syllables each with rhyme scheme of AABBA followed by that same 4 syllable refrain.
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