The Locksmith Rises from the Dead
If you like The lock smith my Top Story you’ll love this.
The Locksmith Rises from the Dead
No stone to mark, no bell to chime,
he woke beneath the weight of grime,
keys still hooked across his chest,
as if no grave could grant him rest.
He stood, not with a hero’s grace,
but slow, like rust reclaiming space.
Each joint a hinge, each breath a spark,
the world above still cold and dark.
His hands remembered every door:
the bolted ones, the ones that swore
they’d never swing for man or ghost.
He’d cracked them all, or damned near most.
No message came, no call from light.
He rose for lock, not wrong or right.
He rose because the work’s not done,
and some doors fear what he’s become.
The locksmith walks, not seeking fame.
He doesn’t weep, he doesn’t name
the lives he let in or shut out.
He turns the key. He doesn’t doubt.
And somewhere down a hallway bare,
a knob will twitch, then gasp for air.
A handle turns without a touch,
he’s passed through, quiet, never much.
No peace awaits him, just the sound
of latches snapping underground.
His reason To come back?
To collect old debts once more,
and show the beasts he carries on,
much worse than he was before.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Comments (18)
LOVE this, Marie. This is a well deserved Top Story itself. Horror stories are my first love. This is creepy poetry! Lots and lots to love here. <<like rust reclaiming space>> Love that analogy. <<His hands remembered every door: the bolted ones, the ones that swore>> Thank you for mentioning me. 😉 I love this. <<Each joint a hinge, each breath a spark>> And those last four lines are the perfect ending! I love the reason he came back! You are a consummate poet, sweet lady. ⚡💙Bill ⚡
Congrats Top Story
What a great thriller of a poem Miss Marie. Good job and congrats on TS.
An awesome Top Story, well done!
Like grief with gears. The Locksmith isn’t just undead, he’s inevitable. Congrats on your top story!
Congratulations on TS
Nice
There you go, Marie, just when you were losing faith a op story award for a truly great poem. I loved the way you got it to rhyme. It moves along very nicely. 😉😉
Interesting idea.
Well composed . Kudos to the poet
nice
Great rhythm and rhyme. Congrats on the top story.
This is great!!
Wonderful! Your cadence and your content are in sync so effortlessly.
Soooooper
Dear Marie - Yes, it's a drag that 'Perps' just have the ability to lift our 'Schtick. As an old-fashioned legal professional, I just don't get their end-game at all..! - My Respect - j.in.l.a.
Like it!
A haunting poem about a relentless locksmith rising from the grave to settle old debts