50 Words For Poe: Phantasmagoria
“50 Words for Poe: Phantasmagoria”
“Darling, there’s someone here
who would like to meet you...”
This was how it all began -
‘twas the night of the Ghost Ball
the room was pumping
and the Lothario put on a good show
standing tall, all 6’4, you know, alpha man
he grabbed her waist
his hands set her on fire,
they danced the Boston Two Step and the
Bumblebee Beelzebub Fox Trot,
she was Ghost Queen
dancing dainty feet
all over Erin’s Pride
the saucy Succubi all steered clear
they found some wondering
Wallflower Werewolves
to kiss and mislead,
to go jump & to slide
honey infused their wanton mead
He led her through
all the dancing shadows
past the French-kissing lecherous Love-is-Us Incubus
who with fiendish grin, and low growl put a finger
to his lips and hissed with a whistling howl
"catch you later sweet cheeks - say 1 hour?"
and on they traversed through
Dantes Infernal Dungeon
where a huddle of Vixenish Victoria Secret Vampires
flirted with Wannabe Voldemort Esquires
she began to feel …
a growing sense of ire
something was amiss
she sensed a funeral pyre
Through the kitchen of Ghostly Hallows
and out the back entrance to where
Death silently waited
under a flashing neon exit sign
Silver Lady in neutral
lay purring door open
black cats prowling rats in heat
trash cans in a back alley
far from the wholesomeness of all those
Dead Poets
living on High Street
a rat scurried over their feet
in it’s mouth a detail not complete
the key written in devil’s ink
once invisible code on spectral paper
swallowed by Mr Twitching Whiskers
now lay covered in bile juices
where words were now visibly erupting
within the big old grisly Gray rat’s furry belly
It read...”…...”
well one would have to rip into
the belly of the beast to decipher
the message covert not complete
King for a Day, played
from the Silver Lady’s open throat
“Enter," he smiled charmingly,
strong hands and piercing eyes
felicitously directing Ghost Girl towards the
open door, like condemned witch
before 1612 Pendle Assizes
"Darling, there’s someone
here who would like to meet you,
he's rather important, holds some weight
he’s not another fickle, philandering Ghost,
with him lies your true fate”
She rolled her eyes, sighed with exasperation
and haughty chagrin,
“Well, if I must -
for this, I can't wait, for His story to begin”
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
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