House of StrangeA Poem by Rebecca BullerBeware, all ye who enter here.House of Strange
Tink, tink, tink…a xylophone? Or is it a skeleton dancing? Strange faces follow me with strange eyes Above my head, the echo of ghostly laughter
Have you ever lost yourself in the desert? He asks I prefer to lose myself in a vampire romance, I reply A marriage of the bizarre and mundane, he murmurs Above my head, the echo of ghostly laughter
He twists a dark brown curl around his finger, Strokes the back of a lizard with another A tap on the window and my nerves shatter to bits Above my head, the echo of ghostly laughter
A raven perches atop a picture of Poe Above the mantle where the fire makes monsters of shadows ‘Once upon a midnight dreary’ bangs against my brain Above my head, the echo of ghostly laughter
There’s an Indian spirit inside me, he says But he doesn’t dare let him depart He takes a sip of whiskey, maybe two or three Above my head, the echo of ghostly laughter
The raven swoops, tormenting the blissful lizard on his leather-clad thigh I screech and the raven retreats to his post above the mantle Poe lifts one black eyebrow and then chuckles at me Above my head, the echo ghostly laughter
People whispered whoever dwelled within these walls went mad Those same people said that these walls moved The last tenant was confined to a crazy house Above my head, the echo of ghostly laughter
This is the strangest life I’ve ever known, he mutters Two kids stomp up the porch and shout “Trick-or-Treat” I glance back at Poe and he tells me not to part with my beloved candy Above my head, the echo of ghostly
Quite a fall, this descent into madness It took this house but 13 days to toss me into the abyss He smirks, Mr. Mojo Risin’, my favorite Door A lizard to my left, a raven to my right
And above my head, the echo of ghostly laughter © 2013 Rebecca BullerAuthor's Note
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Added on October 21, 2013Last Updated on October 21, 2013 AuthorRebecca BullerGoltry, OKAboutMy name is Rebecca Buller and I work for an insurance company in northwest Oklahoma. For me, writing is more than a simple hobby or an escape from the chaos of life. It allows me to dwell within a wor.. more..Writing
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