Samhain 2003

Dying embers and memories of Lenore, the shush of black velvet across worn leather the scent of a parchment skin that holds eyes far too old to still be staring, there is a noise I think is at the door but perhaps it is but in my mind;

I slip through time and veils to touch the moon and her baleful gaze is sick with fear, her luminous light shows me nothing above my shoulder but, but I can feel it there, the breath of a dragon in human form; the empty heart of death has no beat but steals life with each echo, and it is this beat I think is at the door but perhaps it is but in my mind;

Where I walk there are no moors, yet the air along these dark-lit streets is a throat swallowing the burning electricity that tries to keep the demons at bay, I hurry my steps to your door, my steps, my steps, like the heartbeat of death they have no echo...so what are these echoes I hear? Something someone in my steps, as I run they run right behind, I can hear that empty echo again, I can feel that cold cold breath again, my neck chills to the bones that tighten my spine and I slip through your door, I slip through your door and make some noise that you think is but in your mind;

Behind me doe snot exist if I do not turn, a crow laughs at my shaking hands as I crawl back home beneath a shadows' gaze, something inside, there's something inside all cold black skin and livid gold eyes, on my knees am I shaking, crawling, did you not answer your door? I'm caught in the cold, so far from home, I feel that breath again, closing in, I feel those eyes as gouging needles twisting into my skin, I hear it again, I hear it again, that echo of a heart, that echo of what my life means to death, I crawl and cry and open my eyes --

-- and in my chair, here, I am safe and sound; a tear slides down my cheek and I chuckle at this dream, this nightmare phantasm that was not what it seemed; and I take a breath deep...and then hear more. Yes...yes, there is a noise...I think it is at the door...no, closer than the door...it is a dull roar, an echo without a beat...and it is right behind me....

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