As Soon the Night Collects Your Debt
As soon the night collects your debt
Behind this wretched door now thrust
awaits a homage set afire
As loosened shadows cough the dust
and creaking screams align the mire
Where worry gathers in the mist
along a crooked staircase rise
And nooses hang from rafter’s twist,
while portraits gaze through swollen eyes
Come follow me in staggered weave
down corridors the dead now fear
Ignore the courage to believe
or see what lies so ever near
Beyond this place where volumes rest
of leather bound and brittle page
Await the names ‘neath rotted crest
in line to fall the final stage
To now atone of fevers past
in lusted cries of wallowed reach
From moors the lines of putrid cast
in lessons taught but not to teach
Lo, break this bread of mirrored shard,
slurp your lime serrated drink
To write as if a napkin bard
the desperate pleas that you now think
For last, these days of sorted lanes,
midst walking chains and lockets bore
A weakness in your heart now claims
of times which you have lived before
So stare the darkness you now keep
while forcing out a sad regret
For you shall sow the fear you reap
as soon the night collects your debt
Good night Soupers
And you were expecting a sappy love poem huh??? Muh, ha, ha , ha, ha
Happy Halloween : )
Oh, ok…..
This spooky autumn evening
as stars above do shine
I hold you in the darkness
so glad that you are mine
With shadow echoes calling
on eerie breezes flow
I whisper Happy Halloween,
I truly love you so
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2018
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