The Visitor

Sitting by the window.. reading...

soaking up the warmth from a pale sun...

a visitor comes calling.

Sneaking through the window

Nosily riffling the pages of my open book

It feels my face...

probing it with icy skeletal fingers

nubbins of flesh raised against its chill caress

Its murmuring voice

whispers a song of death

as it races restlessly through my room

leaving scattered petals and ice rimed footprints

in every nook and cranny.

Against shuttered windows and barred doors

It howls its rage..

shrieking.. as it tears through the limbs

of the groaning creaking trees.

Furious frozen fists batter at the doors

Thwarted...

screaming its wintry discontent to the stygian skies

the anguished cries of the damned

pleading for release

shatter winters peace

Once spent..

it fades to an ominous rumble

a fading promise

written on the wind...

I'll be seeing you...

again

Copyright October 26, 2003