At some hour on some day
When everyone else found it hard
To stay awake,
I sat in the old leather chair
Watching what as left
Of the fading weather,
Moon peeping through
The slight opening of
The white wooden blades.
Ceiling fan slowly whirling
Whispers in my hair,
When the soft sound came
Round to me though
First seeming like a dream
Maybe I had fallen asleep.
But no, it kept getting louder,
The soft sobs of someone in need
Right outside my door.
I slowly peered through the window
Saw nothing but still could hear
The tearful sorrow right outside the door.
I carefully pulled it open and
Stepped into the chilling night,
A light mist falling like a curtain call
Over the figure hunched over
Hugging her knees,
Sitting on the curb crying.
I called out to her and
Walked her way,
Are you okay ,
Was all I managed to say.
As I sat down beside her,
She never looked at me,
Her pale blonde hair hanging midair
Shrouding her face,
A wedding veil.
Are you lost,
I finally inquired
As we became more
Damp by the hour.
She shook her head,
Still not saying a word.
Is there someone I can phone?
She shook her head no.
And I reached out to touch her
When in the darkness came
The sounds of hooves on
An ancient brick road,
The clicking of horse shoes
Loud and plain.
I tried to focus
As this made no sense at all,
The sounds were there,
But there was nothing to call,
And it got louder and louder until
It stopped right in front of me,
And I still saw nothing ‘til
She got up and reached out her hand,
Upwards towards the horse and this man.
His eyes glowed gold, lighting up
What he wore,
This was a Southern gentleman from
Times of old.
He gripped the girl tight and pulled her
Straight up behind him,
On this ghostly stallion,
It was then that I caught view
Of the face that was once hidden,
Gray, lifeless, wrinkled mask
Of what was once a woman.
Looked right through me
And grinned, disappeared slowly waving,
As I sat in a pool of disbelief
While the sounds of hooves
Faded off into the distance,
Leaving me alone with
Nightmares that from that night
Were just the beginning.