The clutching bones
makes the rattling sound
and that grim reaper makes his
eerie presence
felt around
Life is squeezed out of this moment
gasping and choking
with no air to breathe
the darkness has engulfed
that sliver of the sunshine
and the happiness
has been pushed into the
deep ravine
Those squeals
have been locked shut in the boxes
so tight
the screech and the screaming
have been warming the air
and
taking birth
supine
The firmament of the hell
has been opened
and the soul will be gutted
the body will be ripped
and shred
will be fed in pieces
The wails of the
weeping widows
adorns and embellishes
the room
the pungent smell in the air
carries its gloom
Ghouls and the monsters are
lingering in the dark
calling out your name
when the macabre
dance of the death
slowly begins.
