Vengeful Eyes

This poem was first published in the October, 1999 issue of Fantasy, Folklore & Fairytales. It is protected by copyright.

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With vengeful eyes did Fergus ride
Through Delanar that night.
No thought was giv'n to tales of fiends,
Although there was no light.

He pounded forth with just one thought:
His promised one lay dead.
Her scarlet essence soaked the ground,
Her neck without a head.

His eyes the colour of her blood,
His fury running hot,
He longed for nothing but to slay
The killer that he sought.

Perhaps he lost his way without
The light from any star,
But likely 'twas the foul beasts,
That dwell in Delanar.

He should have paid more heed to tales
Of wraiths and ghouls and wights
That live in Forest Delanar
And hunt on cold, dark nights.

No living sign has since been seen;
No trace of what befell
The man who went to seek revenge,
His anguish for to quell.

But now his ghost has joined the rest
That haunt the Forest deep,
And travelers had best be warned
That ghosts don't ever sleep.

If you should venture forth, beware
The eerie, dreadful sight:
With vengeful eyes does Fergus ride
Through Delanar this night.