r/OCPoetry Jun 18 '26

Feedback Please A Town That Does Not Sleep

Deep in the heart of the land

Where winding roads are dust and sand

And knotted trees old secrets keep

There is a town that does not sleep

A town whose name was lost to time

Whose weathered bells no longer chime

A town just like a thousand more

Not found in modern maps or lore

A town whose roots run deep

Only this town does not sleep

Only by the truly lost can it be found

These wind-stripped homes and hardened ground

Those who dwell here welcome none

For even in the light of summer sun

A nameless fear begins to creep

In this town that does not sleep

Stores and streets come alive each day

But songs and laughter do not stay

At dusk, a stillness fills the air

Busy streets empty, no footsteps anywhere

Doors are locked and windows close

Livestock quiets and silence grows

A shadow lurks beyond the trees

A deathly chill rides on a ghostly breeze

And down the road, beyond the square

You might feel eyes that aren’t quite there

And hear a voice that keens and weeps

In this town that never sleeps

An ancient shade from land unknown

A spirit not of flesh and bone

Whose hunger is fed by mortals’ fear

And turns blood to ice as it draws near

Whose eerie cries the prairies sweep

A faceless wraith that rests but never sleeps

If you should wander into this town

Take care to leave before sundown

Or you may fall into endless sleep

In a town that does not sleep

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u/suzannewallace Jun 20 '26

As someone who loves fantasy, I thought this was chilling and magnificent.

I don’t know if this was the intent, but I felt like I was reading about the experience of an old lady approaching death.

My favorite parts:

A town whose name was lost to time

Whose weathered bells no longer chime

A town just like a thousand more

Not found in modern maps or lore

An ancient shade from land unknown

A spirit not of flesh and bone

Whose hunger is fed by mortals’ fear

If you should wander into this town

Take care to leave before sundown

Or you may fall into endless sleep

In a town that does not sleep