Poems for Halloween #1
The steps in the dark were a trick to traverse-- I’d been heading downstairs for a while. Upon reaching a spot where some moonlight was perched, I sought the soft light to negate the night’s guile. Out the window, by chance, was a figure, of sorts; A small palette of flesh, and a sketchy profile. It took shape when I saw its stained pearls and white orbs: A face with a sinister smile. “I guess I’ll go scare off this reprobate stranger,” I thought, like an arrogant child. I stepped with my toes quietly beneath the danger, And soon quickly paused out the door on the tile. ‘Til I heard the door creak and shut loudly behind me. I twisted so sharply, my life lost a mile. And, there, through the window, in the room I left blindly Was the face with the sinister smile. I pulled at the door as though pulling a boulder, And couldn’t stay firm on the tile. My muscles strained so that they ripped out my should