As I tread my way across the
old and splintered hardwood floor,
as the old house creaks and whimpers
beneath the wind blown from the shore,
from 'cross the sand she beckons me
to a place I'd dared not go before.
Her long hair hides her pale visage
and the shadows sunk in her sallow skin.
Beneath her breast, her old heart rattles,
frozen by a cold that lurks within.
And yet, in her eyes is a gleaming light
that, in its splendor, pulls you in.
I placed one foot before the other
and with steps slowed, approached this wraith.
She smiled and there appeared another,
with the same worn flesh upon her face.
And in the moonlight, their white hair shone
and blew about their wizened waists.
With voices shrill, they called my name
and from across the way I came.
When one of them snapped her bony fingers,
and summoned a third witch just the same.
And the wind picked up, disturbing the water,
and freezing my blood within my veins.
I'm too tired and high to finish this now. More later.