Nacht

No one in the room, no one in the kitchen,

But a sound came like, the swishing of a broom.

Closer you enter, no one watching your step

Only a few shadows, which saw you, enter…

The windows are closed. It is pitch-black

The curtains swished, ‘cause of the wind.

A wolf howled close by, the wind blowing more,

Nothing stirred in the house, neither you, nor I.

Footsteps, light footsteps came; from the other side of the room

You stood there, alone, like a statue.

Moonlight flooded in, making all silvery

But you are still feeling, very shivery.

The footsteps are coming closer; closer, closer and closer,

You can’t move any inch. But thinking, what to do?

Then, something radiant stabbed your heart; you fell down, crying in agony,

But your voice decreased… just as your eyes were closed…

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M.Macabre

27.07.2020

Dedicated to: Walter de la Mare