( WP ) Poetic description of a haunting .

The house crept as I sat 
 Alone upon my darkened throne, 
 lit with little more than 
 A candle's glare. 
 
 I felt the stare. A stinging stare 
 So solemn the frigidity engulfed 
 The meagre heat the flame 
 Provided at my feet. 
 
 My eyes deceived, I believed 
 I'd achieved in crossing a boundary. 
 Even the salvation of daybreak 
 dared not dilute the dire presence. 
 
 A floorboard wept as the obscured 
 Eyes darted. Something approached, 
 Seeking to encroach on my 
 Last sane domain. 
 
 The door opened. It closed once more. 
 It could've been a breeze but I 
 Felt the intent there. The malevolent 
 Purpose with which one entered. 
 
 Coldness covered me everywhere. 
 My breaths became cautious, 
 This game was exhaustive on the 
 Mind and body I was soon to leave. 
 
 I felt the plunge of his icy scythe 
 Into the depth of my being. 
 Indiscriminate and unseeing 
 It claimed my time. 
 
 The candle faintly flickered, 
 The flame licking the last 
 of its precious purpose. 
 It too had to succumb. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

