In my House- a poem by Vincent Moore

Resides a Demon whom I share through the flickering faint light

in my abode and quiet shadows moving by

I know my Demon’s eyes for they lure my soul

and attach each waking moment for she never dies

yet beckons me to her bosom and into her arms

With deep regrets from scars I left her with she haunts

me till this end and wants me in my tomb as revenge

I can see her shadows silhouette glide back and forth

knowing I will steal a glimpse and lay my Quill aside for

one second’s breath in time she only wants me still

My Demon lives on what she had before and tickles her

fancy to slam my door each time I enter in my House of

tranquility but not for long she will taunt me with her song

She weaves her bed like a Black Widow should and leads me

to the slaughter like a web full of flies and nesting eggs

to hatch and snatch me at will and crack my will to live

but mercy be asked yet not given she cries you die this night

We hung together like a thread of silk her in my world as she

curled like a viper and hurled her forked tongue in blame for

all the lost years of youth she wasted on me leaving her

beauty in a mess of shattered dreams and

crows feet darkened eyes

This demon shuts the door then opens it with force and

lingers while I wait on her and with a twisted head she said

I want you in your tomb so we can share the fate we built and

lost together in a world so compelling without sound in utter

silence forever more

The lamp now burns very dim and the dark will fill my room as I

await and feel her near gliding back and forth I hear the creaking

door open and my tomb revealed I walk with head hung low and feel

her blow upon my soul I’m lead below into our tomb together feeling

her cold kiss of eternity