The Final Jest

Through histories and horrors the stories of the old barn persevered,

Most of them hidden from the professors of this age.

There is one story uncovered that you will now hear,

A story that has never before reached the stage.

It all began on a summer’s dreary night.

The hills and critters of day had given way to rest

While the horrors of the dark readied to unite.

Little did the village people know, this was to be the final jest.

Over the crest, the people spotted the beasts arising.

Their guards were stationed at dusk as always,

Shouting words of disgust and anything antagonizing.

If only they knew this would be their decisive crossways.

All through the night they fought the demons of the ground.

The village was obliterated to ashes, apart from the barn on the outskirts of town.