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A man whose lover has abandoned him is haunted by a supernatural entity.
Once again the night has claimed me,
Wresting me from slumber’s keep.
Thrust back into conscious anguish,
Jilted even, by my sleep.
Beseeching like a siren’s spell,
Seductively it does bestir;
Burrowing within my psyche
Vexing, vicious thoughts of her.
There is no sound, there is no light,
No moonbeams through my blind;
A veritable tabula rasa
For the maelstrom in my mind.
She left me many years ago
But lenitive, time is not.
Imprisoned in infinitude,
Is where I roil and rot
Ruminating in the darkness,
The silence finally breached;
By a fearsome ghastly howl,
Unearthly in its reach.
The wail cleaved through my restless thoughts
And suddenly I lurched;
Jolted into instant fear
Upon my elbows perched.
And then a wave, a dreadful mien,
Throughout the room was sown;
The gravest of forebodings,
For I was not alone!
My God what nightmare is it now?
What tortures can it be?
And then, the abject horror……
Some…...thing, was watching me.
Effusing from the blackness rose
An efflorescent glare;
Two red orbs of searing evil,
Directly at me stared.
They fixed their gaze, they gawked, they gaped,
They drilled into my brain;
Consumed they were upon my person,
They cared not of my pain.
What brought this devil to my life,
What crime did I conspire?
What sin, what base iniquity,
Aroused perdition’s fire?
Petrified with fear I quavered--
Oh the stabbing of those eyes!
Was it her somehow transcendent,
Now a succubus in disguise?
The agony of love forsaken,
Moldering, until it dies;
Is it she who haunts my life force,
With those poignant, peering, pressing eyes!
Is my heartbreak insufficient,
Of the man she doth despise;
Will my madness sate her craving,
With those piercing, piking, probing eyes!
The Rubicon of death draws nigh;
Surely this is my demise;
Vile, heinous oculi……
Bedamn those penetrating eyes!
Now my heart beats all the louder……
Pounding, pounding, pounding more.
I scream in anguish at the terror……
Pounding pounding…....then no more…...
All at once a sudden stop……
A sense that’s vaguely freeing;
A wave of gentle liberation,
Extends across my being.
Gracefully my soul departs,
Floating tranquilly in the skies;
But heaven’s splendor has escaped me……
I see piercing, probing blood-red eyes!
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If this is not the way you originally formatted the poem, before pasting it into the editor, try clicking the link that turns the editor off. You might get a better result. I always paste my poems from a rich text format (.rtf) rather than the latest document (.doc) format from MS Word. Save the document in the older format, before copying and pasting.
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