Poetry Chapbook 20

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She looks down on curving garden path
where potting shed occludes the view
where naked willows whip in windy wrath
through the window a figure lurks, but who?

A glint of light on shards of broken glass
beat back a shadow of a figure new-
perhaps the dark will sometime come to pass
through the window a figure lurks, but who?

No need to fear the glinting blade of kitchen knife
when what you hold shines with the moonlight blue
what price in peace of mind when so cheap is life --
through the window a figure lurks, but who?

What eldritch flame if held in hands so white
through the window a figure lurks, but who?
with fangs that glint against the dying of the light
for there her mother stands with payment due.