“A Meeting on All Hallows’ Eve”
Beneath my lonely room, bare floorboards creak.
My sleep disturbed by yet a yawning sound.
My radio now crackles as she speaks.
For tuning, no solution here is found.
And , ah…an itch that comes from out-of-sight!
Just ‘oer my shoulder, turn-to-see with fear
where demons twist a danse macabre tonight;
their alien whispers just beyond my ear.
A solemn hiss comes sliding shadow deep
as ghostly specters chatter top of stair.
My silent feet ascending there to seek
and catch the incubus thus unaware.
Beware! as hint emerges from your soul.
What shakes your shoulders well was kiss austere
where demons of a deadly dance enfold,
unbending in their quest to reach you here.
Beware! That sight from top of cellar stair…
Don’t look! The scene is bloody, darkest well
of Fate. On this All Hallows’ Eve declare
that one might trip and join that bloody hell.
Now, trembling in my bruised and barest feet
turn, churning from the chortles’ ugly tune.
Cast open, wide, my door for trick or treat
and there do meet my deadly, loathsome groom!painting by Henry Fuseli, 1873