Keep, Knock, Knotty Words Contest ~ October 28, 2023
Sponsored by Constance La France
"I did not expect death to knock on my door. Now I keep it securely locked." ~ by poet I bade the knocker at my door, "Please come in." The visitor to my home, whoever it might've been But frigid air left a chilly atmosphere in the room The hand of fate entered; I heard the voice of doom I sensed my end was near as it swiftly approached Across my dwelling's threshold, death encroached Its icy breath etched frost upon my window panes Blood seemed to stop flowing within my frail veins Death's wildling wind pelted its anger on my roof My fear of it climbed higher as I cowered in reproof Huddled in a corner, horror mounted and spurred This room was the chamber where I'd be interred How foolhardy of me to leave my door unlocked I shouldn't have bid welcome when death knocked Every gliding step its darkness took in my direction subdued my will until I could not raise an objection Terror compelled me to curse what my fate now bore I should've run when hearing the knock on my door Demonic eyes searched mine with a look of disdain Out the door it flew, but my fright will long remain
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