Sunday, 4 November 2012

The Pale Gentleman

I woke up beat and broken in a cold room
Blanketed in a veil of odorless gloom
Curious, I noticed the wall flowers bloom
Yet I could hear the footsteps of impending doom

I set my eyes onto a mirror to examine my wellness
But my violently beating heart needed a caress
Is it from the dampness of the room, I thought
Or from this chilling fear my senses bought

Behind me stood a gentleman upright
His face painted winter bright
Midnight ran through his garments from head to toe
As a man of his class, he took a bow

"Sheila, Sheila, Your days are numbered,"
He spoke with his eyes frozen; I shuddered
He said nothing more before he shut the door
I looked back, puzzled, thought "What for?" 

I went through the door where he vanished
Afraid I thought my vision had perished
As from my line of sight, the path ahead fades to black
Frightened, frigid, I opened the light switch behind my back

A few inches away was a body; unmistakably me
Frozen stiff as a board, sleeping sound like a baby
A river burst from my two brown eyes
Remembering what he said; I thought, No, no, no, it's all lies!


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