My Somberness

The fog has come around my house tonight From length to width a decorated dress The scenery is shocking to the sight Secluding every bone to lay and rest "What shall I do", pondered my thoughts to ask Inside this vacant shelter of abode For I shall make a tea to meet the task Of transcending the peace that time has slowed I felt the furnace of an unknown power Painfully pounding on my cellar door What could this be beyond the mid-night hour? That dares me to desire and explore With open eyes the cellar opened wide What witchcraft doth bestow upon thy nest? That causes me to beg fear more than pride This fictitious presumption is a pest Soon as I lit the lantern which to see I heard a voice chanting a psychic's cry "His wife had put the poison in his tea A watchful eye is now his soul, a watchful spy"