THE NIGHTLY RITUAL

There's a murmur at the house

Up there on the hill

And a creaking of the stairs;

The nights are never still.

I think something is moving;

There's a chill in the air

The ordeal is unsettling

As there isn't anybody there.

But something's in the darkness,

A phantom on the stairs

Or are shadows forming

As the ghostly moon stares?

Then echoes break the silence,

The mantle clock starts to chime.

The sun is on the horizon,

As the haunting now subsides

Only to return.....

                    ......that very same time.

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the poem. Left me the want to know more. You open the door to question and mystery in the poem. Would be a good lead for tale of mystery. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote