Nine steps, each for a circle of hell
There he sits, desperate and awake on a chair
Consulting a raven that merely stares
Eight, and the infinite loop of time
That plays and replays the original crime
Singular thoughts of a paranoid mind
Seven for each of his many ghosts
The dark plays a bountiful host
A glimpse of one he loved the most
Six and six, the bell now tolls
Thunder claps and voices unfold
What could those deep shadows hold?
Five inches from his brooding face
A window and a storm in haste
A lone figure, lost in time and space
Four seconds till he hears the scream
Four quick steps away from the scene
From the horror, the dread of his darkest dreams
Three words cut through his silent terror
Drown the sounds of a complaining weather
Three words for his unforgiving errors
Two hands whose icy touch does burn
Close in on humanity’s wayward son
Closer still, till the deed is done
One figure sunken to the floor
One shadow by the broken door
A fading whisper, “I am Lenore.”
#101DaysofPoetry Day 6
Damn ! That was amazing !
ReplyDeleteThanks! This took a lot of effort. I wrote rhymes after a long, long time. :)
Deleteit paid off!! this was just incredible. One of the best things I've read in a while.
DeleteThis gave me chills....what a captivating write!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. Glad I could create the mood. :)
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