Slave of the Night-Ca

ahh...auspicious shake of good fortune. the soil so red, smells so rich. the allure of an ancient burial box. my eyes, like pyres of greed. admiring thieves have no appetency for my pillage. the cold stone shovel carelessly careens showers of dirt on insulted flower heads, but i’ve no time to waste. i absolve to tear up this plenipotentiary grave. her mesmerizing portrait with golden bangles, diamond earrings and rings. ahh...that heaving diamond placed over her heart. she must have been ‘sumptin else in her day, but my quivering fingers will rape her jewelry. i will not assuage your thought of me — the jewels sparkle in my mind with intensity. my soul leaps with joy at the door knocker box. i’m on hands and knees, dusting away the many days these beauties have been worm infested. ahh...this lid, will carry me in — the creak, so sweet. my first peek, i’m in love with the heavy diamonds on her eyes. i undress them first… darkness falls, something’s gone awry — the anguish one feels before the century’s storm. the atrocious jolt of chillers, i feel, as a corpse comes back to life, teeming with teeth. at first bite, i become a slave of the night. 10/9/2019 Crazy A's Poetry Contest Sponsor: John Hamilton Word List: Anguish, Awry, Auspicious, Atrocious, Assuage, Appetency, Allure, Absolve