A Halloween Repost (Something Wicked This Way Comes)

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Open Poetry #39

A Halloween Repost (Something Wicked This Way Comes)

Poet deVine

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Hurricane Alley

0 posted 2006-10-31 06:20 PM

soft shivered whispers
in dark of night
from a bedtime story retold

tis a ghostly, ghoulish tale
to chill the blood
of young and old

white silken petticoats
rustle against the floor
noiseless footsteps in the hall

soft keening cries
of love unrequited
slither up the wall

in her wake
bloody tendrils course
with a chilling embrace

though a mirror passes
no shadow seen
of her ashen face

at stroke of twelve
she sadly croons
notes of her lovers lament

heart thrust aside
with careless laugh
signaled her torment

a knife appeared
clutched in upraised hand
to swing at him aloft

but his was the quicker aim
his thrust was hard
hers much too soft

her heart in deadly rent
drained quickly
blood of life

whilst murderer smiled
and quickly
returned to his rich wife

the dead shall walk forever
awaiting vengeance on
a hallowed Holy Grail

and so she walks
in dead of night
blood marks her ghostly trail

with lift of hand
prepared to knock
upon past lover’s door

halting spirit in gasp
as a light shines
on the floor

slashes seen on fingers
held fast in her
ghoulish stare

she waits in deadly
amazement that
he knows that she is there

slowly sunken eyes turn
as phantom smile
in haunt succumbs

hear now the ghostly scratch
“as something wicked
this way comes”*

~~~~~
*By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks! Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Nightshade