Noir Intrusions

It’s the cat on the doorstep you didn’t expect. A burnt-out lightbulb darkening the foyer. It’s the thought of something creepy lurking under the porch, A feeling you might need a clever lawyer. It’s the odd conjunction of uncanny events, With noir intrusions scratching in the closet. It’s a drip from the faucet you just had repaired. Make sure your will is locked in safe deposit. It’s a psychic vision, a dystopian dream, A dark abstraction slinking through the mist. It’s the merciless stab of a memory’s fang, It’s venom much too tempting to resist. It’s a camera obscura, a projected effect, A vision of transgressions grim and hellish. It dwells within the heart you're too enfeebled to protect, A claw that rips your soul with chilling relish. It’s the phantom at midnight. It’s the creeper at dawn. It preys upon the lonely and the strange. When it's time to get going, you will find yourself gone, A gaunt and ghostly coachman at the reins.