A Poem That Plays a Trick
I hope the two players who provided my word and my question for this game will be happy with what I've done with their prompts. For it is not just a treat, but also a trick! It doubles as a riddle, giving us a game within a game. Or as my brother Cue-card Boy might say, "A game-ception!!!"
Read the poem and see if you can guess what I mean . . .
Question: How many chairs will we need?
Eleven promised they would come, and I'm sure of one more.
In every party, too, are some who do not cross the door.
As long as one is dressed in black and has a secret word
He will not find himself turned back; his whisper will be heard:
His tale of how he robbed the dead and came back with the toll,
Fit for ink of darkest red, like blood poured in a bowl.
Tonight we speak forgotten names and sleepers will awake.
This is the magic of our games; and you, too, may partake.
Behold what the night will reveal by power of my pen,
As things far too long under seal are called and used again.
By light almost too faint to read a cadaver will rise:
A corpse exquisite, giving heed, before again it dies.
So can you tell what I'm referring to???
I couldn't resist building an entire poem around it after I saw my word prompt. And since it already sounds macabre, it seemed like an especially good fit for October and the Burial Grounds theme.
But as I told the other players, they don't have to write something scary. I look forward to whatever they'll be linking up in the next two weeks and will embed them in the body of this post as soon as they arrive.
If this month's shenanigans haven't scared you off and you'd like to join us next month for Word & Question 25, please read the W&Q page for how to go about it. I will start accepting prompts for that on 7 November. See you then! =)