Twas a Night Both Foul and Dismal
(With appreciation and apologies to Edgar Allan)
`Twas a night both foul and dismal, unholy night, unclean, abysmal,
A night that woke an age-old darkness, a darkness that now sped across the moor.
As fearsome signs and tolling bells warned ancient nuns within their cells,
The darkness came and it then was reaching, reaching through his Lordship’s door.
Reaching from the pits of Hades, consuming souls of Lords and Ladies,
Then those souls with their demons falling, falling as others had fell before.
Nuns and angels wept in sorrow. Night moved on till it be morrow,
When at last the house stood empty, empty by the storm-tossed shore.
Darkness walked within the hallways, walked and waited upon the floor.
And it would wait there ever more.
(Sept. 5, 2016)
Copyright © Jerome Malenfant | Year Posted 2016
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