CREADON LOW COTTAGE

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

Shadows beckon
From a window
Glass now broken
Candles flame
In the deepest
Howling nightmare
Of my fear frozen
Confused brain.

Footsteps shudder
Upon entrance
In moonlights echo
Falling veil
Dusty floorboards
Creak in unison
With my pounding
Heartbeats trail.

Satin vision
Falling layers
Of a figure
Upon the stairs
Moving closer
Gliding gently
As I utter
Frantic prayers.

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