Sitting alone at the kitchen table,
Slouched uncomfortably in the chair.
By the dimness of light, barely able
To attempt a game of solitaire.
For a second reckoned I a knocking,
But, alas, believing nothing there.
Deemed it to the timely ticking, tocking
Of a wall clock measuring despair.
The game, in itself, my life reflecting.
I kept turning cards, but could play none.
Where frustration or Fate interjecting,
Was drawn the notion to misplay one.
Sweet anticipation turning the pile,
I counted down four instead of three.
A glimmer of hope yielding me a smile
In wonder of which card I may see.
Where a king would well fill that empty spot,
Or an ace start an uplifting trend.
It seemed my life, at least my game, in thought,
Could surely fit most any card in.
Whence from Darkness I heard such a screeching,
That from the game my attentions tore.
"I know I locked it!", (memory's beseeching),
Left me sure it couldn't be the door.
So I passed it off as the trickery
Of Night on a weary head portrayed.
Looking down to the card of mystery,
Looking up at me, the Queen of Spades.
I felt a chill coursing through my body,
The hair on my neck running amuck.
Feeling as if someone stood over me,
By this unfortunate run of luck.
In the eerie silence the room had drawn,
I felt distraught, something was missing.
Something I couldn't place my finger on,
Alas, the wall clock had stopped ticking.
There it hit me, though not superstitious,
All the meanings for which this card stood.
As I felt the hand of the pernicious,
Turning to see robe, scythe, and hood.
Stumbling backwards I fell against the wall.
As I tried to look upon his face.
Coming to grief, seeing nothing at all,
His hood withheld but an empty space.
Yet skeletal arms reached to the table,
To a body face flat in my chair.
Fear in darkened depths I cannot label
Holding my screams to silent despair.
I felt his coldness, hands within my chest,
Pulling at the soul of my being.
Never once able to voice my protest,
Did I believe what I was seeing.
Over my soul sprinkling a sparkling dust,
My soul ‘er glowing within his hand.
I found myself inspiring to trust,
By a soft touch I would not be damned.
Looking up, he released my soul to fly.
There, I floated before him on air.
But by tilted head I saw Darkness cry.
As my soul sank to the devil's lair.
Where past decisions rain constant shards
Of forsaken Love, of tempted Fate.
Reminding me life is no game of cards,
My friend, I bid you, play yours straight!
It's true, Love lasts forever,
Only her memory slips away.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 02-23-2000).]