A Figure Stands There Ii

Its skeletal bones bare Eyes still stare All that remains is the soul A drift as a shadow lingers there A bare bulb blares sways absently silently in the chilled sliver nights air Hollow eyes watch from this home of ruined deeds something struggles Somewhere it roams In the garden In the weeds It grows there bare deep dark deeds All that remains is a skeletal something Feel the drifting breeze Lightning strikes here and there Blinding bright burning out the sight In the aftermath only images remain The door sways gently The writing on the wall declares it all Wallpaper tears, Portraits stare darkly I brace for the coming fury A private holocaust All that remains is a skeletal something As a figure stands there