Uncalled
Uncalled,
quite uncalled,
Stood the unexpected
rap.rap.rapping,
rapping at my door.
Disaster’s specters
blocked my way,
As through the window
slipped the unimaginable,
While down the chimney
howled the unthinkable,
Hovering near, encircling,
nailing windows shut,
pulling all the shades
blackening to black all within.
Ah, yet to be sure, yes,
yes, to be firmly absolute,
To absolutely squelch
any lingering shadow light...
If be it there
hiding,
cowering and afraid...
They so bespoke their chorus,
echoing
in solemn judgement:
To waylay our stay
there be no way,
For many many
days on days
muchmany a day
Here shall
we be we be.
Shall here
we be.
Uncalled.
Uncalled we’ve come.
Come to stay
With you.
Here.
In the dark.
In your dark.
Copyright © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2023
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