A storm

A storm doles out this dismal night

Rain drops drizzle down cobblestone course

Beast and bird burrow safely till light

No stranger to me, this tatty leather chair

Shadows dancing, cast the flickering fire

A creatures den, for the wretched a lair

Hoping of hopes, dreaming of dreams

Of such I have lost all desire

Rain knocks on my door,

Gloom enters once more

His attendance perceived

Lest my sanity leave

By the string that I cling as before

I long to surrender

The ability to remember

My fall into torments of hell

This chair, the fire, misery befall

The devils that dance on the floor

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Very Poe-esque and haunting. Great wordage and macabre imagery draw the reader right into the tableau. Wait, Don't open the door! (...but they always do!). Perfect!