A Sudden storm done up
And took the quiet from the night.
-burn’t & broken bricks-
Tumbling from the sky.
Pale fires smouldered within the charred shell of a slumped and smoking ruin.
Where once I’d stood
-now open enticingly wide-open
Was a crater deep enough to bury me upright.
It was easy now to picture what this home would soon become:
That sad & desecrated wreck
– The Nightmare House.
I’ve only one other dream more vivid of when I would soon meet Her.
Every feature of Her virgin face obscured by mad, starling sworms of the purest ebon.
But when She turned Her naked almond eyes to me I was stripped bear.
I felt fear of an awe both terrible and furiously conjoined.
Fear of what I saw when I stripped Her of Her secrets.
Fear of my own securities being laid bare.
And then She took off running,
And I can’t you if She flirted or was just…
But I new forever in that instant that her stares,
Her unkempt hair,
Her playful mockery would one day fill our house.
So I chased her,
God forgive me,
And wherever we went the ground would crack into her feet, sheer gravity bowing to her regal footsteps.
Every few yards, I had to leap across gaping chasms,
Bottomless flames licking at my bootheels.
Portcullises would drop to right and left
for every hole I jumped another hole