Lurking Fear

A shade did pass from stoop to step,
and under door the shadow past.
And raised my head from slight dimming light,
and turned on tail a wine filled glass.
A knock ensued and I harkened forth,
and stumbled to with drunken walk.
And opened upon to empty porch,
and squinted and peered into the dark.

“Blast!” I sang and loudly slammed,
the heavy and wrought iron door.
But then I fell as I turned about,
writheing in stupor upon the floor.
And as my head I lifted high,
and as I bent knee to lift myself.
I spied a darkened shadowed form,
standing silently near the shelves.

A heart beating start did fill my drunken brain,
and caused me to now very quickly rise.
And shout out “who stands there man?”,
for its face I could not surmise.
But naught it said but its hand outstretched,
and boney digit pointed straight.
At the table where once I sat,
and the bottle from which I drank.

And in the flickering light of fire,
a figure in chair, where I previously rest.
Appeared its likeness to mimic mine,
save for the rhythmic rising chest.
Now horror struck as realization came,
and hooded shadowy figure assailed.
With a long and dark metallic scythe,
it wrenched it through me as death prevailed.