Monthly Archives: July 2018

Simon is on the Case

Detective Simon arrives on the scene
Here on a special case
Possible connection to the missing children
Deciding he would help with the chase
Raising his hand, he gives a knock “Amy?”, a women’s voice stutters
The door opens wide A remorse father utters, “Detective, please come in.
We have been expecting you.
They say you are success in many cases,tell me it’s true.”
The host guide’s him to a couch.
Sitting Simon says, “Start from the beginning.”
Taking a deep breath, she recites the events.
“We started for bed as the sun was setting.
A messenger arrived at our door with news so grave.
Amy’s nephew had been taken by a knave.”
Simon begins to write down her story; pin keeping pace
Every detail crucial as anything can be a clue’s trace
“It was because of this I decided to stay in Amy’s room.
Though I could never have predicted what was going to occur. I fell asleep in the rocking chair, my fatal error. I awoke but my baby did already stir. There was a small light flickering out of her window It was purity in all its form Calling to my Amy to let it in, and just like that in came the storm. The light darted across the room, where a shadow did bloom. With a gust, the room filled with sweetened dust. Giving me and ceaseless sense of trust This daze wouldn’t phase Putting my body in a haze A boy with pointed ears and pale skin Stepped across the windowpane. Amy remained as still as a statue, While he walked around as if it was his domain. The shadow seemed to draw his attention With hellish speed, he lashed out After several failed attempts He grasped it, before smashing it about Laughing like a mad man As the shadow began to shrink He then looked at me saying, ‘Now time for a drink’. Making his way over I tried to shriek Horrified that I couldn’t speak Paralyzed, I was victimized Thinking surely this was our demise But the noise he made was unwise I felt his sin, as his teeth sunk in Soon all my memories began to spin. The last thing I remember is him standing before Amy Asking her to go with him across vast lands Telling he could give her flight. Promises an ageless life if kept in his hands. I am sorry the next thing I remember is my husband Shaking me awake with tears in his eyes Screaming with sobs he carried me out to the street Begging for help while I agonize. “ Standing up he requests to look at her injuries Removing her thin scarf, she does expose Two deep and several small puncture marks The odor of infection now arose Black lines etched out from each hole Having never seen this before he draws a copy of the damage “Tell me you will catch this beast, That this case wont land in a cage.” The father pleads that simon take this seriously “the others that came before you Walked away laughing accusing us of the disappearance Sheriff Rot and his men didn’t believe it was true .” Simon says,” I will be honest it’s a tale, but I have seen things you wouldn’t believe. I will take you case and find this boy, With the address of your nephew I will make my leave.” Being handed a small piece of paper With the name Camelot Keep written on it He makes his way back outside With the sun setting the road was barely lit. He scans the street before looking up at the bedroom window 12feet up was his best guess Exploring the yard below it he finds nothing of use Sighing he makes his way to the written address