Come to my house in the dark of the moon
On the night when the veil grows thin Enter, and see what waits within A blood-curdling scream Silent wings glide by A raven, an owl, or a ghoul? I sit on the porch with my madly carved grin My candle lights the way in To my house in the dark of the moon Guests come creeping along the ground Slithering through the leaves Staggering down the walk Do you hear that skittering in the yard? Is it leaves being tossed by the wind? Or something more sinister, stalking? A pale face swims out of the dark with round black eyes and very sharp teeth She’s waiting for you Is your heart pounding in your throat? Can you run? Can you hide? Do you have the breath to scream? Ignore the tingle on the back of your neck The shiver along your spine That sense that someone’s watching you Look over your shoulder There’s nothing there Or is there? Are you brave enough to walk up the steps? Come through the door to see what waits In my house in the dark of the moon
Julie
11/6/2019 07:40:16 pm
What a great piece, Kathy! Your poetry flows and tells a spooky story. Creepy and elegant at the same time. Brava! Comments are closed.
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