In elegant baroque galleries A spirited poltergeist unfurls It’s wicked paraphernalia A swish of frigid whispers Swirl around ornate turrets Murals touched with darkness Glitter in the truant shadows From precarious chandeliers Swings a nuanced laughter Smirking at the ways of men The colonnades they walked in pride Now playground for the dead and wild
In the torture chamber Surrounded by nerves, veins Flesh, blood, encased in bones I shudder at the merciless Incantation, the endless Curses whispered through Sinewy walls, deafening me I stand captured in the maze Of all my infernal thoughts So deep, dark and vengeful!
Whispers of a wicked moon Coldly slithering in my ear Another dark, restless night Closes on a frightful year Carrying in its bosom Remnants and nightmares Of strangest days gone by Apparitions looming large Filling us up with dread Of this virus-laden decade
My dreams serenade The ghostly guard In the vanishing distance Darkness emerges From behind auburn veils Of a lonely sunset; Lovers of the night Twist and slither In serpentine glee; I wake up flushed Burning from nightmares Crawling on my cold skin.
Coiled within a serpentine fear Slowly coming to life Powered by venomous anxiety Poised to strike Restless under my clammy skin I lament the loss Of kindness, integrity, liberty In this dark strife That has led our worlds astray With poisoned words