Short Fantasyautumn Poems

Anonymous Inquisitors

“Do you hear gratings creak
Upon the cellar bricks?”
…Just autumn winds that wreak
Deceptive, noisy tricks.

“And did you hear the knell
Of bells from long ago?”
…The belfry long since fell
In ruins, this I know.

“Who calls your name aloud
Outside your bolted door?”
…I sleep.  No one’s allowed
To rouse me while I snore.

“Excuse us, please forgive
Our frivolous remarks—
You’ve moments left to live—
Our claws will leave red marks!”