An Estate Called Ely.....A Dark Poem Poem by Shaun Cronick

Into the estate called Ely,
I drove one fateful day.
Badly injured and seeking help,
That evening so wet and gray.

I drove down a tendril road,
Through a harsh Cardiffian storm.
And passed a kid who stared at me,
So strange so odd so not the norm.

In the pub I saw what I thought was God,
Warming Himself by the fire.
The Devil sat and conversed with Him,
About what I didn't enquire.

Then deliriously found myself in a graveyard,
So black and sinister I had to strike a flame.
I looked down and saw a brand new gravestone,
I stood there terrified for on it was my name!


The graveyard wind howled...
Secrets and forgotten dreams.
For in this estate called Ely...
Nothing is as what it seems.