On lonely nights I see you there
when moonlight steals into the room
or candles flicker in the gloom.
When all’s asleep but me and you.
When dawn’s song seems so far away
on sleepless nights, I hear you there,
the creaking board upon the stair;
your scratching in the ceiling tile.
When mist is thick along the ground
and seeps between the window cracks
on chilly nights, I smell you there,
a haunt of rose, a whiff of hell
Your skin so pale! your eyes so dark!
They called you witch, put you to spark.
Your screams yet fill my love lost dreams;
consumed each night, I join you there.
Today’s offering is a modified quatern.
Hear me read the poem here.
Fireblossom is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.