A picture at eventide hanging on wall
Two figures dancing atop hardwood floor
Each time I gazed I became more enthralled
Doth vision deceive shadow lurked ‘hind door
I stared ‘til madness crept slow unto brain
The shadow emerging with glistening blade
The figures danced on…had I gone insane?
My exhortations ignored…help forbade
The shadow morphed now into shape of a man
Ebon eyes, hoary skin, he sliced, and slashed
Dancing couple crumpled on plush divan
I screamed out in pain, ‘t is my body gashed!
Blood, crimson blood now doth drain me of fear
Dead orbs in black sockets ‘fore the mirror
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