Cursed With These Black Midnights and That Sinister Call

Cursed With These Black Midnights And That Sinister Call Past midnight, gloomy sky and red flailing moon begged to fall A dark figure stared upward chanting curses at my home No sleep tonight for great evil sought my desperate soul I that had settled here in Castle Rouge, never again to roam, was cursed with these black mid-nights and that sinister call Soon that black soul would invade this sanctuary of my weary mind utterly shatter yet again my long aching heart's brief rest Waiting for the anguished moans and nail scratching sounds I sought courage to survive tonight this demonic test and before dawn dear magnificent sleep my soul thus find Moaning and chain rattling echoes arrived at my bedroom door My thoughts turned to her and why she still cursed me so Had not I gave her my true love and my cherished all Only to see her in blood-soaked dress out the door go Yes, my loves had always wept and demanded too much more In a bright flash through the bedroom door she flew Willing moonlight shining upon her long , dagger-like nails I stepped back, again I yielded to regret and abject fear odors of rotting meat and stingers in her three tails Pierced my side as scorching hot pain in my mind grew Nay, never again would I allow her these great strikes back And smile of victory her new black heart so dearly sought For in my hand, was the dagger of my stone cold truth with the ring of relief my blood had previously bought Stabbing in deep, dagger stopped her in her evil track With that anguished and screeching cry she flew away giving rise to the glory of sunrise and newborn hope Today I recall - that evil beaming from her cold dead eyes and her death- the night I hung her with a new rope For darkness in my burning soul had always held its sway Past midnight, gloomy sky and flailing red moon begged to fall A dark figure stared upward chanting curses at my home No sleep tonight for great evil sought my desperate soul I that had settled here in Castle Rouge, never again to roam, was cursed with these black midnights and that sinister call Robert J. Lindley, 8-15-2016 Written with Poe in mind and based upon his presentation of seeing through dark glass and finding light dimly fading. Fading with just enough glow to stir man's imagination, seeking spirit and need to solve mysteries in life.