Poem about a horror story

Do you remember a line or two of the poem?

Poem about a horror story
No, dammit, I don't.

Poem about a horror story
No, dammit, I don't.

TK, can you remember the idea of the poem? Was it a narrative; lyric; prose poem?

If you want creepy and scary, try Edgar Allen Poe. Maybe one of his was the one you were looking at. But if not, they are still great stories.

Or Lovecraft

Here's a couple that are particularly scary….

http://www.funegreets.com/horror/horror22.htm

http://www.funegreets.com/horror/horror3.htm

Thanks everyone; I found the one I had in mind: "A Direful Story" by Berton Braley.

Please post it.

Love that graphic, Angelique! Where'd you find it?

From one of the links linkat posted right here on this thread.

Poem about a horror story
THE DIREFUL TALE OF HORROR

By Berton Braley


"It's sure a dreadful story," the Captain said to me,
"The story of the skipper of the Lady Barnaby.

"A most horrific story to pass a feller's lips,
With its supernatural sperits an' its blood that drips an' drips.

"It's ghostly an' it's ghastly an' it's full of ghouls an' greed,
There ain't no worser story you kin hear about er read.

"It'll make your spine to shiver, it'll make yer blood run cold,
It'll make you scared to whisper when you hear this story told.

"An' yer hair will rise up endwise an' remain in such a state,
An' you'll be a seein' visions in the darkness when it's late.

"When you go to bed you'll tremble in a sort of deadly fear,
An' you won't be sleepin' decent fer as long as half a year.

"You'll be wakin' up an' shriekin' at the nightmares that you see
When you've heard about the skipper an' the Lady Barnaby.

"There is some who heard the story that went mad from sudden fright,
There is some that's nervous ruins, there is some whose hair is white.

"An' the special timid people that has heard it told er read,
Some had terrible convulsions an' a few of them is dead.

"It is crammed with murk an' murder, red as blood an' black as hell,
It is slimy, cold an' clammy, an' a fearful thing to tell."

"Yes," I said, "but I can stand it, go ahead and tell the tale
For my nerves are very steady and my health is very hale."

But the Captain rose and left me, saying, as he moved away,
"I won't tell no such a story on this bright an' sunny day.

"First, because it's much too awful; it would make yer flesh to crawl,
Second?-well, I never happened for to hear the tale at all,

"But they say it's something dreadful, horrible as it kin be,
The story of the skipper of the Lady Barnaby."

Thanks