The Jackals

The Jackals come at night
They come and sing their song
They laugh their crooked laugh
They try to get me

They have
Ever since that day
The day the night ate the moon.
Indeed They say I’m crazy

They hiss like snakes in glee
And scratch at my doors
I try to keep them at bay
Books help me

Soaked with death; Soaked with Gasoline
I can keep the Jackals away
With my bonfires, my beacons
My burning words, my burning books

The Jackals come at night
When no one else is up
No one believes me anyway
I’m crazy
I’m crazy
I’m crazy

But they are there!
Oh Lord, there they sit!
Every night they come to take me away!
Those Wretched Devils!

Some nights I sit at the window
I scream at them
Scream at the top of my lungs
Shriek like a banshee

I shoot at them
Throw things at them
Until they begin to slink into the shadows
But then I know that the police are not far away

So I run to my room
And slip under the covers
And hide my head
And pretend I was sleeping the whole time

My house is nearly empty now
No more things to burn
No more things to burn
No more things to burn
Then they will come

Do you think I’m mad?
You do you do you do!
But one day you will see
One day the jackals will come to your door!


They have come for me now
As I write this with haste
They are chewing at the door
They will be here soon

A word of advice, my dears
Before they come for my soul
When the jackals come a-knocking
Please don’t open the door.



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I wrote this at three in the morning

Pretty creative. It sounds like something a schizophrenic would write, especially with the sense of outside powers...creepy! It seems kind of different. Do you mean jackals, like the half-dog looking thing that lives in Egypt? Or is this a metaphor? You need a little more punctuation, that is in my opinion, although there isn't a rule about periods in poetry. I love the ending, the warning you give. It's so cool.

I hadn't intended to read the entire thing but somehow I did. I would either make the voice clearly crazy or the jackels clearly a metaphor, but this may be because my favorite poem goes like, "come closer join hands and make blieve joined hands will keep away the wolfs of water who howl along our coast," which in context is a clear metaphor.

leela i loves it its so creepy and wasome it's like one of your scary stories.. wich you should, by the way, post on here cuz they're so creapy... honestly i love this poem... it's really loooooooong and fun to read.. you really shouldn't have showed me this sight... even though i don't understand half of it, im obsessed. i really like how you repeat things it really makes the character sound crazy, but then the fact that she/he know's you think they're crazy somehow makes them seem less crazy you know?

I really like it, it had this charisma about it that just makes you want to keep reading. the whole idea of that everyone thinks she's crazy is really intriguing and you show it well throughout the repetition and how she says we think shes crazy. The only thing i have a problem with is the flow. try reading it out loud to help with the flow of the poem a bit

This is so different... but some how better.
I don't understand what it was that kept me reading,
to be honest it kind of gave me the chills. I liked it though I visualized all
of it!

They are chewing at the door

They will be here soon