{"sf1_id":1194344,"sf2_id":"dmW5GEJ1","title":"The Drowning Chapel","author":"charles_they","words":321,"posted_at":"2017-06-13T02:30:57.000Z","tags":["Clean","Fox","Horror","Male","Poem","Poetry","Saskatchewan","Suspense","Wolf","narrative","prairie","rural"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1194344-the-drowning-chapel","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmW5GEJ1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b6/3d/b63d7104-ff15-4918-bfad-1148e0e5f403","description":"A short horror narrative on a tourist wolf, a skeptic fox, and a ghost town.","content":"### The Drowning Chapel\n\nA lonely prairie chapel stands\n\nin north Saskatchewan's lost lands\n\n\u0026nbsp;where rails had once been said to lie\n\n\u0026nbsp;where towns were left to rot and die\n\nA touring wolf was keen to see\n\nA ghostly town drowned in debris\n\n\u0026nbsp;where always did it seem to rain\n\n\u0026nbsp;where moon would wax and never wane\n\nA cynic fox, Lou's riding mate\n\non roads forsaken by the fates\n\n\u0026nbsp;where life had pattered long ago\n\n\u0026nbsp;where static choked the radio\n\nA sea of grass consumed the plains\n\nand underneath were emptied veins\n\n\u0026nbsp;where prospectors had drained her blood\n\n\u0026nbsp;where bodies lay entombed in mud\n\nA chapel damned could do no harm\n\nnot one that stood beside a farm\n\n\u0026nbsp;where grain by folk was yearly reaped\n\n\u0026nbsp;where wives with scythes had softly weeped\n\nA door was found in search of loft\n\nit lead down to the undercroft\n\n\u0026nbsp;where tunnels sprawled in many ways\n\n\u0026nbsp;where mine met God and ur met praise\n\nA skeptic fox said turn and run\n\nbut Lou had not yet had his fun\n\n\u0026nbsp;where both would find some mystery\n\n\u0026nbsp;where bones were lost to history\n\nA trail was laid to keep their track\n\nand yet it failed to lead them back\n\n\u0026nbsp;where light had met the underground\n\n\u0026nbsp;where things once lost again were found\n\nA dying torch at last went dark\n\nand neither one dared birth a spark\n\n\u0026nbsp;where yellow birds had sang and fell\n\n\u0026nbsp;where darkness like the waters swelled\n\nA cloud above did roar and break\n\nand with it fox and wolf did wake\n\n\u0026nbsp;where puddles pooled around their paws\n\n\u0026nbsp;where weather wore the tunnel's flaws\n\nA frantic splashing filled the mines\n\nwhen cave-in showed its early signs\n\n\u0026nbsp;where tourists met a common fate\n\n\u0026nbsp;where cynics found their strength too late\n\nA lonely prairie chapel stands\n\nin north Saskatchewan's lost lands\n\n\u0026nbsp;where rails had once been said to lie\n\n\u0026nbsp;where towns were left to rot and die.","series":{"name":"Poetry Postings","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1189124-sea-foam.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1198254-remember-me.json"}}