In Tenebrific Night I Stirred
"Darkness is but a door, scary not because it opens,
but out of fear that it will never close."
by: Johnathan Jena
In darkness, I sleepily stirred, petrified with fright
at the sound of raucous roaring beasts in the night
Creepy things crawled on me. I shivered at the sight
A bell tolled as demons tried to tear apart my heart
I floated on a stygian river, troubled by my thought
watching a specter aiming at me with a deadly dart
Phantoms danced on my bed until my pulse grew weak
My wretched end was near. My death they'd soon seek
In gloom of this macabre scene, voices began to speak
Ghouls wailed and pounded upon the bedroom walls
I cowered when werewolves howled within the halls
In this tenebrific nightmare, I heard thunderous footfalls
My teeth were chattering as the house began to shake
more violently than a volcanic eruption or an earthquake
Before my burial song would be sung, I prayed to wake
There was a deafening crash from just outside my door
I was near the point of fainting, then woke upon the floor
Beside me lay the crumpled page of Poe's sweet 'Lenore."
September 25, 2022
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*With a nod to Edgar Allen Poe for borrowing a few of his expressions from 'Lenore.'
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2021
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