The Other Visitors

Tonight, save me and wife and child from thee Haunted horror our home assumes to be Enchanted with evils, souls hell has freed Oh God, thy neck is tired and hard to hold Tyra...my wife, and child walk old of cold Hath they, the dark; homeless, grotesque and bold Entered at ease our evenings to ahold Reaping our grand estate as ghosts paroled! Vanish thy presence, hither not, visitor Ill souls, why bring forth this inquisitor? She speaks to me a low and lurring breath I notice now the fog below my breath... To be or not to be, I question death! Oh God, must I travel her telepath? Reciting how death of sick wife and child Seduced a rope that my neck so beguiled