Glady’s and the Bat
Glady’s was an adventurous girl
prone to fits of dangerous
A faired hair maiden.
Fair of mind as well, a simple girl.
but strong of will.
And will it seems, goes a long way in the land of scary make believe.
as you will see.
For a creature existed at the highest of heights
who dwelt in a dark, dark cave of the evilest intent and might
At night this foul creature swooped and dove, and dove and swooped
into the quaint little village where Glady’s did dwell,
Shrieking as it flew, it carried off poor villagers from out of their beds.
The town had dwindled down next to nothing under it’s
never ending onslaught of nightly terror and dread.
Left now, were only Glady’s, the ice cream maker,
the pastor, and poor old widow Lady Albright
to be found in the town at next sundown.
“I shall face this demon,” Gladys told the others calmly.
“Very well, do what you must, but leave us be,” Lady Albright intoned.
“Oh, simple child,” the ice cream maker only said.
“I give you my protection,” the pastor simply said, as he looked to the heavens.
Gladys boldly walked into the square at twilight while the others peeked
at her from the safety of their bedrooms.
Sweaty palms held tight to her late father’s sword,
now rusted and pitted but still sharp and keen of edge.
A flutter of wings sounded in the distant as
a dark shadow descended.
A flit of nothing flew over Gladys and beyond her.
A crash of glass, and a scream ripped the night as
poor Lady Abright was plucked from bed and covers.
Her tortuous wail faded into the dark clouds as
the creature escaped back to its lair.
“We must go after her!” Gladys told the others
“Are you daft dear girl, we would surely die!” the cream maker wailed.
“Her fate was already written I am afraid.” said the pastor knowingly
Looking to them both, her eyes narrowed in quiet consternation.
Then an AHA! moment entered her wee brain.
“Next time he comes I have a plan,” she said quietly.
The moon fell and the sun rose and then the moon rose
again as the next night came.
“I don’t see how this will help, we shall all surely die.
I am the most important can’t you see? ” the pastor intoned.
They all stood clutching each other together tied tight with rough braided
rope at the waist in the middle of the street,
“Are you not assured of your safety through your piety? What’s there
to fear for you?” she smiled slyly.
The ice cream maker shook in his place and simply held tight to his
tub of cream that he had been told to bring.
A shriek preceded it’s shadow as it decended.
Talons clutched and pulled, grabbing the pastor
Yet the pastor did not budge, the weight being too great.
“Hold, monster!” Glady’s yelled.
“Is it blood you seek? I have something sweeter,”
Glady’s grabbed the tub of cream, popped the top
and plunged her hand in deep.
She then slathered the good pastor from head to
“Go ahead have a bite” Gladys said
The creature landed,
Black fur, big ears, wings ending in talons,
Teeth white, sharp and long,
Eyes wide and mad approached on spindly legs.
It looked at them each, and slowly full in the eye.
“Sweeeeeeeeeeeet!” it said sniffing the air.
Then bit into the pastor deep.
The pastor squeaked then died.
The dark bat licked the dead pastor clean.
“Mooooore!” it simply said
So Gladys gave him more.
And more, and more.
Now her and the creamer
share a house and keep the cream
As her and her pet bat go
on many a midnight walk.
by Philip Wardlow