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Fear

Fear

I raise my hand from the banister
As I ascend a flight of stairs

The air is musky and quite repugnant
And dust is a common feature

Though beneath the smell of musk
Blood lingers like a faded memory

At the very top of the stairs I pause
Gazing at an antique vase

Sun flowers are painted on the surface
Yet the realism runs far deeper

It's then that I notice the insignificant stain
A small spot that ruins perfection

And as I stare the blood begins to run
Drizzling down the side of the vase

The blood hits the floor like the feet of a cat
And races toward me like a red carpet

Sunlight that once eagerly streamed inside
Falls flat leaving me in bleak shadows

Stumbling backwards to escape the blood
I falter at the sound of ear peircing screams

A Banshee has awoken in the midst of my nightmare
Filling my pounding ears with sharpened knives

The black lights flicker once and then light the room
Coming from nowhere and everywhere

Crystal blue orbs filled with curiosity silently judge me
Like the eyes of an elegant immortal goddess

Her pale hand raises upward as I gaze transfixed
And her index finger beckons me

A curse has been placed upon me as I step forward
Unable to break the spell that holds me

The blood that once seemed so weak and so shallow
Now forms a puddle through which I wade

Destiny stares at me from her mirroring eyes wide with seduction
And I abhor my inability to escape this façade

Within only a foot from her I find my feet finally come to a halt
As her lips split into the ghost of a smile

Her hands descend into the scarlet puddle of blood before raising them
Blood slowly seeping from the imperfect bowl her hands form

And then she blows the blood into my face and my body shatters
I'm naught but a magnificent creature of despair myself

And when I awake shaking and stuttering with the police shaking me
The eyes of my immortal goddess, a Banshee, seem to smile at me

Without words I can tell that my end is nigh
For fear was not meant to live forever

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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