The Black Cock Experience

=== The Black Cock Experience ===
In a city lost to time, where shadows coil and creep,
Beneath the ancient yew trees, where the restless spirits sleep
There lies a tale of darkness, whispered by the wind,
Of a night that changed forever, and a sin that never thinned.
At the stroke of midnight, when the moon was veiled in mist,
A black cock crowed thrice, as the city did persist, 
To ignore the olden warnings, to heed not the elder’s plea, 
For that night the veil would lift, between this world and the unseen.
The air grew cold and heavy, as if breath itself had died, 
A shiver ran through all who heard, as the clock struck, unified. 
From the forest's edge emerged a figure, cloaked in sable night, 
Its eyes two burning embers, a harbinger of fright.
It moved with silent purpose, toward the village heart,
Where the chapel stood in silence, a relic set apart. 
The black cock roosted high, its feathers slick with dew, 
Its eyes met those of the figure, and the darkness only grew.
The village folk awakened, drawn forth by unseen hands,
They gathered 'round the chapel, in thrall to its demands. 
The figure raised a shadowed arm, and all the world stood still, 
As whispers from the graveyard rose, like echoes from the hill.
"Beware the black cock’s crow," it spoke, voice like grinding stone, 
"For it heralds doom and sorrow, and a fate you can't postpone. 
Once in every century, the black cock calls the night, 
To remind the living of their debts, and of their mortal plight."
The village watched in horror, as the figure turned away, 
And with it went the shadows, retreating from the fray. 
The black cock ceased its crowing, and silence reigned once more, 
But the village knew forever, they’d glimpsed the other shore.
Now the village lies in ruins, abandoned and forlorn, 
A testament to olden times, and a warning yet unworn. 
For those who hear the black cock, in the dark and dead of night,
Remember well this caution: steer clear of its sight.
Category:Poetry