Forever Stone — The Midnight Spell
Watch out for these gnomes
Author’s Note — I created this poem with the help of AI. I hope you enjoy it!
In a village where shadows creep and roam,
Dwell mischievous gnomes, in their hidden home.
Under moonlight’s veil, they hatch their plot,
To swap with humans, in places sought.
With caps of red and beards of snow,
Into human beds, they quietly go.
Through windows ajar, on silent feet,
Into peaceful homes, where the weary sleep.
They stand by beds, with a spell so dire,
Transforming humans in the quiet mire.
Those once warm, now shrink in size,
Turned to stone, under starlit skies.
Their flesh to clay, their hearts to stone,
In gardens left, forever alone.
Where once they laughed, and once they spoke,
Now stand as gnomes, a cruel joke.
The village wakes to a sight so grim,
Statues in gardens, faces so dim.
Where neighbors slept, now gnomes reside,
A silent testament to the night’s tide.
And the true horror, in the dawn’s cold light,
The gnomes that vanished, gone from sight.
They roam the world, in forms so fleet,
Seeking new towns for their trick’s repeat.
In the end, the village stands still,
Gnomes in gardens, a sight to chill.
A reminder stark of the gnomes’ silent roam,
In a cursed village, once called home.
Thanks for checking out this poem. My inspiration came from reading Revenge of the Lawn Gnomes by R.L. Stine. One of my favorite childhood authors!
