Thrill staffer Matthew Delbridge ’16 crafted a poem in the spirit of Halloween season. Read it after the Jump!
I walked along a dark Middle Path,
A fog my coat around me.
As the drunkenness was wearing off
And by God I was so lonely.
The path was short, “Straight here to there,”
I told myself on leaving.
But in the middle I had stopped and stared
Frozen and barely breathing.
I had looked up and seen the faces,
Their beaks and beady eye slits.
The anemic light seemed to make them move;
Called by the Devil for new prospects.
The Ransom Crows, a murderer’s row,
Were cawing loudly and cavorting.
Poe shook in his grave, a shudder came
To me, and I felt my heart pounding.
They circled round me, getting closer,
Having left their normal lodgings,
I tried to scream but nothing came,
But a pitiful, useless moaning.
The Crows came now, they picked and cackled
I covered my face in terror.
When all seemed lost, a sudden burst,
Of energy seemed my savior.
I ran away, not looking back,
Refusing to join her, Eurydice.
The path ahead looked safe and clear,
The gates, open, looked so enticing.
But as I passed through those Gates of Hell,
The clock on the church struck midnight.
The place I was in was not Gambier,
But something evil; it did not feel right.
I had been transported to the Devil’s lair,
His ugly face staring right into mine.
He gave me a grin, and with a spin
Handed me a contract and said, “Please sign.”
“Here you’ll stay, forever,” it read,
in a font so wickedly twisted,
“Looking for a good job which you’ll never get,
Your college degree’s been wasted.”